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A good start

I think I've actually made walking first thing in the morning a habit. I got up around 8 and hit the sidewalk. I went for a bit longer than usual. I don't wear my watch and thought it was about 30 minutes but it turned out to be 25. Not bad though for someone just over a week ago didn't go for a single walk all week.

I hope that when I am allowed to go back to work I keep this routine up. I know it will be harder since I have to get up much earlier when I am working, but maybe over the next two weeks it will become so ingrained in me that I won't want to give it up.

I had the sprouts and spaghetti sauce yesterday and although it didn't remind me of pasta at all, it was still nice. I thought I wasn't going to like it but for 1 point and a bowl full, you can't complain.

I bought a bag of Shapes (an aussie thing). And before you start thinking I've lost my mind again let me explain. The ones I bought come in individual serving bags (although you get 12 of them), each bag has approximately 10 small crackers (25 grams net weight) of various flavors. They're very tasty and although on the bag it proclaims how they are "Baked Not Fried", the points in these suckers is unusually high. Each flavor is different, but the cheese ones I ate yesterday had a hefty 2 and 1/2 points for the bag. If I hadn't eaten a 1 point lunch I may have been in trouble points wise for the day. But the reason I bought these is to teach myself that it is okay to quell these cravings without overdoing it. I can have a single serving. I will fight this.

I just finished my breakfast and feel really good about the start of this week.

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