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New Beginnings ..



With this being our first weekend at the new house in Texas, I thought it appropriate to begin again.  On lots of fronts.  Eating, running, meditation, you name it - it feels new to me!  My new job starts tomorrow - which is new people, new responsibilities, new route to the office and much more!

Here's what I know for sure:

1)  I feel better when I work out regularly
2)  I feel even better when I combine that with lots of water and clean eating

So if I know that much, why haven't I committed to it completely?  Oh that!  Well let's just say life is a series of beginnings, of decisions that are made daily - and often for me, moment to moment!

This weekend I filled the house full of healthy fruits, veggies and lean meats and whole grains.  The family seems pleased and even complimented me on such a colorful dinner last night!  This morning, Mother's Day - I got the Nutribullet out and combined my veggies for a green breakfast!

handful of baby spinach
1/2 cucumber, cubed
2 T ground flax seed
juice of 1 lime
1/2 avocado, diced
about a cup of cold water

It was wonderfully green and delicious!

It was a wonderful morning of presents and compliments from my daughter who loves to give presents! And as the family went back to the unpacking boxes, I ran 2 miles!  Just like that!  It's been weeks - and yet it just comes back to me.

And now, drenched in sweat, cooling down with my water - I feel great!  And I'm finding that although new beginnings may not be easy, they are well worth it!

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