Chronicles of a Carb-o-holic

Unfourtunately, earlier than I wanted to be. I had spent my month in Greece, then was backpacking through Italy, actually on my way to Germany when I got some really bad news. My on-again-off-again boyfriend of seven years’ mom just passed away. It was incredibly sudden and unexpected and all I could think about was that I had to get home ASAP. I mean, Europe will always be there, I can go back later, but no way could I enjoy myself there when I knew my “second family” was hurting bad. I mean, she was basically like my second mom… there was a point in my life where I spent more time at their house than I did at mine.

So.. that’s been rough. I’ve been basically living with their family, trying to be strong and comfort them… one thing about funerals, is that everybody sends foods… cookies, cupcakes, brownies… I finally weighed myself yesterday, and I had lost some weight (even though while in Europe my diet consisted of beer, pizza, and gelato LOL) but I know if I don’t do something soon, I will gain it all back. My boyfriend and I are looking at a gym at the local hospital, and I know I need to get a job soon… the main thing right now is eating, because there is constantly food around, and when you don’t know what to do or say.. you eat.. you know?

Hm. Well I think I’m going to go for now, see if there is any room for me again in my old group, and maybe soon I will have photos up if anybody cares to see them. Europe really was pretty great, besides the arriving (my taxi driver in Athens ripped me off 200 euros) and the trying to leave in an emergency (I got stuck in London when my passport was stolen.. US Embassy won’t even help you unless you have money…. wtf??).

Well, I hope everybody here is doing well, and hopefully I get back into the groove soon!