Even though Tuesday is basically packing her bags and heading out the door, but listen… it still counts.
I figured I’d pop on here and check in with everybody and see how y’all are doin’. I’m doing better today. Yesterday? Whew. Not so much.
I took my fourth dose of methotrexate Sunday night for this lovely little gift called reactive arthritis, and let me just tell you something… it kicked. my. bum.
I was miserable all day Monday. Slept half the day like I’d run a marathon in my sleep. My head was pounding. My body felt like it had been hit by a truck. The first week was rough, don’t get me wrong… but week four said, “Oh honey, you thought that was bad?”
I’m hoping this means it’s in there fighting inflammation like a tiny superhero instead of just bullying me for fun. Because if I’m gonna feel like that, I at least want it to be productive.
But today? Better. Clearer. Upright. Alive. We celebrate the small victories around here.
Now.
Let’s talk about this new journey.
“What journey, Sina?”
Oh just the small detail that I have a cruise in 58 days. FIFTY. EIGHT.
We’re going on a cruise in April and I will, in fact, be required to put on a swimsuit in public. On a boat. In tropical lighting. With zero mercy. So yes… it is officially weight loss season over here.
I’m not trying to do anything wild or dramatic. I’m not out here surviving on lettuce and air. I just want to lose a little weight and not look like I’m six months pregnant when I’m actually just full of Chick-fil-A and water retention.
And guess what?
Since February 24th… I’ve lost 2.9 pounds.
Now yes. We all know most of that is water weight. I’m not delusional. But it is weight nonetheless. And my belly? She’s not as “big.” I’m calling that a win.
Here’s what I’ve been focusing on:
- Prioritizing protein
- Adding fiber
- Drinking way more water (like… aggressively hydrating)
- Being more aware of what I’m eating instead of mindlessly snacking
No crash dieting. No starving. Just intentional choices.
Now if I can get my bum up consistently and walk some, we might actually have something going here. I don’t need to be a fitness influencer. I just need to not feel personally attacked by my own swimsuit.
One day at a time, right?
Anyway, I’m glad all is well. Glad we got to chat. I appreciate y’all checking in on me and following along with my chaos, medications, cruises, and protein goals.
I’ll touch base again soon. 💛
