Back to the grind

Well, I've officially been back at work for 3 full days now - amazing how times flies! Wednesday "hump day" has come and gone - in 24 hours it will practically be the weekend again. And last weekend was so much fun. Oh, how I love Chicago. What a wonderful city full of wonderful people with wonderful things to do. Can't wait to go back in February. That's right, you heard (er, read?) me correctly - I'm heading back down to the windy city for 2 weeks and 3 weekends in about 5 weeks - the countdown is on. Hopefully I'll be able to see that cute guy again :) Pretty sure I just jinxed myself.

I have been SparkPeople-ing it up like it's my job since Sunday. The past 4 days I have been 110% on track - I even managed to squeeze in 2 great workouts despite coming down with a cold. I'm even going to go to the gym tomorrow morning - actually, I was only thinking of going to the gym tomorrow, but now that I've written it down I'm committed to going. And I can't go after work tomorrow evening, as I have plans to meet a friend for drinks.

A few things have really been bugging me lately. I need to get them off my chest so here I go:

- Moving out. I'm scared sh*tless to do it. I know it's something I really want to do and have planned for, but what happens if I get laid off? What then? Can I cancel my lease if necessary? If I have a bad day at work, can I still call home? Will I be lonely all on my own? Can I really afford a new couch? Should I get a bachelor to save some extra moula? Will I still be able to do everything I want with the financial burden of rent? Obviously I still have a lot to think about on this front.
- The boy from Chicago. I really like him. I mean I really, really like him. I hope I get to see him again! Why am I so boy crazy? I wish there was a little switch on my forehead or something that could turn me asexual - I spend waaay too much time worrying about guys and obsessing over them. Please God, let me chill out for a while. I'm begging you.

Ok, so I guess those are only 2 things, but STILL. They're weighing on me like a ton of bricks. And all I want to do is eat my feelings. But I won't - not tonight.

UGH! I just want to crawl out of my skin!! Why oh why am I so anxsty? At 22 I should be through with this, right?!?!