Adam and I went to dinner at our friends Erin and Pete’s house. They are our college friends and I am always so happy to be reminded of how meaningful and pure those friendships are. It doesn’t matter that we haven’t seen each other often over the past few years, it doesn’t matter that we’ve taken on completely different careers or make different kinds of incomes… when we hang out again, it’s just like the old times. We’re different yet the same. It’s awesome.
Those guys cooked the most amazing dinner for us and I have a whole new post inspired by it brewing in my mind (actually several posts!), but what also happened was me being bitten by a million mosquitos as we were enjoying our dinner al fresco.
… and it’s gotten worse over the past few days. I have very little flesh left in the tops of my legs and knees down I look like a leopard. It’s not pretty for sure.
I haven’t slept much last night and now my whole lower half is burning. I’m restless and vulnerable. And I’m reminded of how things can get ugly (literally) at a moment’s notice. Last week I worried about my big thighs. Right now I‘d kill for the smooth, blotch-free skin on those big thighs. And things could be even worse! Gives me some perspective for sure.
I’m also learning that I get to choose how to handle these unexpected events. I am not a happy camper, I’m not going to lie (it’s the craziest problem!). But I’m also not turning to food. Food will not make me less itchy or less blotchy. Food can only feed me or create a new problem (like stomachache, guilt and/or weight gain). I choose to say no to abuse with food. I deserve to take care of myself during this time, not create further pain!
Have you ever had crazy mosquito bites? Do you turn to food when things unexpectedly turn sour?