Thirtyville

Tomorrow I turn 30.

My twenties have been the craziest decade ever. Let's see, I turned 21, had a blast in college. Dated someone off and on for 6 years who I never should have gone beyond date #2 with. Learned a lot. Accepted myself. Went to nursing school. Made amazing lifelong friends. Became more assertive. Watched patients heal. Watched patients die. Bought a house. Watched friends get married and have babies. Met the love of my life. Got engaged. Moved in with said love of life. Got new job.

I am pretty in love with my life right now, so thirty is nowhere near as devastating as it seemed like it was going to be when I was, say, 26. At that point I was in love with an alcoholic who was wayyyy too much like my dad for it not to be weird/gross. I am so glad that is not my life anymore! I was MISERABLE every day. All I could think about was turning 30 and having THAT still be my life! SOOOOOO glad I dodged that bullet and met Dave. He's the boy version of me. Now that I've learned to love myself, he's the perfect fit! He helps me to see the good in myself, calms my insecurities, and makes me laugh my ass off.

To Do List for next decade:
1) Get to goal weight.
2) Marry love of life.
3) Finish grad school.

Seems simple enough, right? Here's to thirty! Obviously, tomorrow will be a "free day" in terms of food and counting points. I'm going to the state fair after all. My only goal is to just let it be a ONE DAY THING. I don't wnat to go on a long tangent of bad eating. I just want a free day. That doesn't mean I'm planning on making myself miserable with vats of fried food. I honestly want a Tofu Salad from my beloved old pizza dive more than anything, and then I'll probably top it off with some orange aid, corn on the cob and NC State-made ice cream at the fair. Other than that, I'm good. I'll just put a candle on my bed of delicious spinach, fontina, tofu, dried cherries and pecans. Nom nom nom!