Let's just say my only justification (well, no, I wouldn't even call it that--it was more like an excuse) was, "Hey, this way, I don't have to eat any more meat or seafood (or rice or noodles or assorted fried things or desserts) for the next
So...Sunday morning. Yes, Virginia, after overindulging on Saturday, you CAN up at 6:00 a.m. to exercise. But first, you should say your prayers. In my case, Morning Prayer (and part of the Office of Readings) from the Liturgy of the Hours (did the online version, which still feels like cheating somehow, since I wasn't fiddling with ribbons and all that...). I will try to complete the Office later, but I was pressed for time, since I squeezed in coffee with Hubby as well, and still have to shower and get ready for a nearly 3-hour drive to another city in another province for Mass at 11:00 and a celebration of my niece's First Holy Communion. This is life with a large extended family.
My workout went OK. I was pretty played out from yesterday, but still made it through with a tiny stop here and there. And so, on with the day.