March Madnesses

I know I said in my last post (um, like a month and a half ago) that I would talk more about my fears. The topic of this post is not exactly about fears, but is closely related enough.

But to bring you up to date: outside of work and commute, it's been a busy month, a veritable March of Family/Friends. I'd really missed my VA folks so much, and it was so, so good to see so many familiar faces in my newly adopted city two weekends in a row. Then it was Tyler's turn to have family and friends in town, so we've just been busy entertaining and eating...and eating...and eating,.

Yesterday I went to the doctor's to get a physical under my brand new health care plan and got my 10-year tetanus shot. How's that for perspective? It's been TEN YEARS since I got my last one before I entered high school. Um, high school was ten years ago?!?! What the eff happened to all this time?? I felt so old. For all you almost-24-year-olds out there, the tetanus shot hurts like a sadistic mofo (yes ladies, it hurts more than the HPV shot). My arm is still really sore and I had a pretty wicked headache yesterday from the shot--1 in 300 adults get headaches from tetanus shots. Lucky me!

So why does all of this relate to fear? Well, it's b/c I also discovered that I had gained 7 pounds since September. Does the March of Family/Friends & Gino's East deep dish pizza have something to do with this? Perhaps. What about the fact that I now live in Chicago, where it's 8 months of winter, 3.5 months of fall, and 2 weeks of spring/summer? I wear longs jeans and sweaters for about 10 months of the year. I'm not even sure where my bathing suit is. But fact of the matter is, probably wouldn't hurt to eat a little bit healthier, esp with Colette's wedding coming up in May. I definitely want to fit into my bridesmaid dress!

Also I watched an episode of "Kendra" (yeah whatever, judge me) and she was crying b/c she just had a baby and she is struggling with the baby weight and not liking how she looked in her clothes. My heart totally went out to her, and I was like, "I might not have a personal trainer, but gosh darn it, I can eat better at least!"

So yesterday, Tyler and I designated it "Last Fattie Day for a While"--b/c we love meats and cheeses, and I know I would get super depressed if I had to give up pastas and stuf. We indulged in dim sum in Chinatown with some Medill lovelies, and then gorged on The Meats pizza and cheesy bread from Papa John's. I went to the store today and bought some salad and assorted vegetables and yogurt. And a pint of chocolate ice cream. Because yes, I'm going to eat healthy, but I'm not going to be crazy about it! Girl needs her Haagan Daaz.