Last Day of Vacay Blues

Maaaaaaaan. I have to go to work tomorrow morning. Boooooooooooooooo.

I'm in the final hours of a 10-day vacation, which was preceded by a week of class (not really work), which itself was preceded by a pretty chill month and a research month before that. Meaning: I have not really worked for like, 2.5 months. I'm nervous to go back.

Eric & I went to LA/OC last week to (attempt to) get some wedding planning stuff done. We met with a few awesome photographers and visited a combination of awesome and not-so-awesome ceremony/reception venues. What I've learned about wedding planning is: I hate it even more than I thought. And my parents say they're happy with whatever we decide, but they don't actually mean it. It really is all about the parents, in the end. It's so frustrating to be doing this long-distance with all sorts of stressful things looming: my acting internship, Step 2 of the boards (both the clinical and written portions), residency applications and interviews. I was really hoping to leave California having booked a venue... but things as they stand are actually less settled than when we got there. It was a frustrating week, and I can't wait until this is all behind us so I can have relaxing weeks at home again, instead of angry argumentative frustrating weeks of poor communication.

Anyway.

We also went to Disneyland--the first time I've gone in like 10 years or something. It was pretty fun, and I finally visited the California Adventures park, which was definitely more my speed--fewer rides, wine tasting, and a cooking show. Good times.

Eric left on Wednesday to visit his own family, and I got to spend some more time with my own family and friends. Spending time with my friends from home makes me yearn to move back. One of my best friends just moved with her boyfriend into an apartment that is literally on Seal Beach, a block over from the Main St area with cute coffee shops and restaurants. On Friday night a bunch of us went over for a semi-girls' night, semi-house warming party. When we got there, her boyfriend had just gone surfing and strolled in with his wet suit half-zipped and set his surfboard down on their balcony and fired up their new grill. And they pay less rent for a 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment than I did in Philly. I was so incredibly jealous. We had a relaxed night full of wine, barbeque, laughter, and reminiscing. In one night, I got more support and suggestions for wedding-related stuff than I have in the almost-year we've been engaged. There's really nothing in the world that can substitute your girlfriends.

In terms of working out, it was sort of a joke. The week before we left for Cali, I think we worked out 3 times... once we did Pilates then level 3 of the 30-day Shred, another day we went to the gym and rode the Expresso bikes and did arms. I think we did another day but I can't remember.

Last week's fitness update:
Mon 5/4 - walked around Disneyland (hey, it counts!)
Tues 5/5 - ran ~3 mi circuit at my old high school track with bleacher steps and ramps, hard core abs
Thur 5/7 - 40min pilates, 25 min 30 day shred level 1
Sat 5/9 - 25 min 30 day shred level 3 with 4lb weights, which was sooo crazy (usually we do 2.5lb)

Eric's workout schedule was different than mine after Wednesday bc he was in Kansas. I think he did a lot of biking.

Gotta get back on track with eating and working out! Wish me luck :)