All problems are boring, until they are your own

I kind of got away from posting here. For a number of reasons I guess. For one, I only knew about 2 or 3 people who still posted on here, so the reading was sparse. And life was feeling stable, which usually means I slip into some kind of comfortable feeling, and my rational mind kicks in and tells me it's okay to consume the things I consume. 

But I graduate soon. In 7 months I will be officially licensed as a primary care physician. A doctor. A healthcare professional. A chiropractor (which for those of you who don't know, is accredited as a licensed physician). Helping people live healthier lives. 

This is terrifying. 

I don't know where I want to practice. Not even in which state. I feel like a hypocrite every time I give my patients advice on living healthier lives. 

And the stress of this life transition, coupled with the fact that I have done nothing but gain weight since last Thanksgiving (seriously, ten pounds in less than a year) is throwing me back in to that compulsive exercise state, where I eat mostly normally to keep up appearances, and then run 10-15 miles to get rid of it. I call it stress relief but I don't really know if it's working. 

So I don't know if I'm back. This might be one post, or I might be posting again regularly. We'll see. But I have been thinking about it a lot. 

Coffee time.