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Ah, The Oscars





I didn't get to swim this morning. I love my Monday morning swim and I hate to miss it. But every year I go to down south to my best friend's house (along with my other best friend) for a women-only Oscar party. For this, I miss a swim.

I did get a good workout, as you can see, posing on the red carpet. There were also great healthy food options at the party, like salad, which I had some of just before I hit the shrimp wrapped in bacon platter, the salmon and brie crostinis, and the enchillada casserole.


Ah, the Oscars!

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