My Sanctuary
I guess it could be worse.
This has recently become my new sanctuary.

As my one of three self-assigned mandatory daily tasks (along with practicing and writing), I have found it to be quite the getaway. Of course, I don't always
feel like working out, but like they say, "It's not how you feel when you get there, it's how you feel when you leave." Who's "they" anyway? I don't know, but I do always feel better afterwards.
Here's where I spend the last 20 minutes of every workout. I like to finish with all my ab/floor work and nice, relaxing stretches. And what a nice view to do it all to.

Yesterday, I made a delightful little curry chicken salad which included fresh red grapes, grated boiled egg, and baby swiss cheese.
This morning, I made myself a knock off of the
Starbucks Fruit & Yogurt Parfait that my friend
Cristina introduced me to last weekend. The only fresh berries I had were raspberries, which aren't my favorite, but they were on sale. It was still pretty tasty.

I've decided that I'm not going to stop cooking just because I'm cooking for one.