Don't worry, I'm still on strike, so not that much has changed. I'm still waiting for overall conditions to improve (I can't afford another bad date), but I am also on a crusade to get back into the shape I was in about a year ago and finally take off this damn RA Freshman 15 (which is down to a Freshman 10 at the moment). Vain, perhaps, but it's the truth, folks.
A year ago from now is when it all started. It's also pretty much the last time I fit into my cute skinny jeans or went on a date, save a disastrous one post-diagnosis that was just destined to be bad, bad, bad. I mean, how much fun can a girl be who's just found out she has a chronic disease? The poor guy didn't have a chance in hell. We met up really late at night (9pm) and after only 45 minutes, I was about to collapse into my drink out of exhaustion. All I could think about was getting into bed (I mean by myself). As you can imagine, I didn't hear from him again.
After that, I pretty much gave up on dating, full stop. It's not like I had time anyway, with the millions of doctor appointments filling up my schedule. I spent the winter flying solo, adjusting to the idea and the grim reality of having RA on my own.
Now, thank god, I'm feeling much better thanks to the miracle meds, but, I'm still not dating. It may seem silly or shallow, but as I said to one of my friend's yesterday, until there is less of me around, there will be no getting around. It's time to get back into dating shape.
To that end, I am back on my exercise regime of practicing yoga, my physical therapy routine (Marco would be oh-so-proud), and walking briskly around the reservoir in Central Park (about 3 miles if you do it twice). In fact, I'm vowing to exercise everyday for two weeks straight to make sure I create a habit, and to hopefully resurrect my pathetic metabolism from its death rattle slumber. I'm also (very, very sadly) cutting out red meat, refined sugar (well, at least as soon as I finish the alfajores I brought home with me from Buenos Aires...) and coffee and caffeine. It's moments like this when I wish I drank soda by the gallons so that I could give it up and drop 10 pounds instantly, but alas, I haven't been a soda drinker since I was in school.
I'm hoping I'll be back into my former savvy shape in time to wear my skinny jeans this winter, and then, maybe I'll think about dating. Until then, since I can't have an actual boyfriend, I have decided to have a virtual celebrity boyfriend, and I have picked Joshua Radin (lucky him). I mean seriously, he's dreamy, pretty much says everything a girl would want to hear anyway, and he sings it to you! For now, it'll do.