Catching up…again…and Happy Arthritis Care Week to my UK folks!


Memorial Day Weekend- the weekend in which a lot of folks I wouldn’t trust sober get loaded and play with fire. Also known as the weekend in which my intentions are to clean up my email and get several posts out for your reading pleasure.

I know I’ve missed blogging about a ton of cool events, including the hugely successful WAAD that IFAA just wrapped up. More to come on that later…

So where have I been?

Well…this happened recently…maids

And before we go starting rumors, I AM NOT THE BRIDE. I am the bridesmaid on the far right. The bride is my amazing new sister in law.


Photo Credits to Amy Allan

It was gorgeous and fun and just amazing…but my spring has been full of parties, showers, a long bachelorette weekend in NYC, and I am exhausted. So I’m back now, much more rested, and ready to pick up my long neglected blog.

As I said earlier, I do have an email backlog of stuff I want to share with you. So let’s start with a goody for our UK friends…HAPPY ARTHRITIS CARE WEEK!

Enjoy a really interesting video campaign I was sent recently:


Aw naw!


A better title than aw sh*t! 

Y’all, I’m trying so hard to be more consistent blogging…and clearly posting in February and then realizing in April that I’m behind…no good!

Which leads me to a discussion on what I’m struggling with right now.

Time management.

I think it’s safe to say that when we’re feeling good, we try to fit EVERYTHING we can into each day. 

I work daily from 8:30 to 5:15. Once a month, I’m required by my employer to attend a networking event.  So, once a month, I have to work until 7pm.

The  joint pain and inflammation has been very stable. <KNOCK ON A REDWOOD FOREST.>

BUT, since moving, I haven’t been able to find a doctor here in Charlotte that I like.  I love the doctor I had when I lived in Greensboro…but the distance isn’t feasible.  Which sucks- my original intention was to stay and travel for appointments.  My old Rheumy has since moved.  So I’m kinda back to square one, hoping to work it out soon as I’m a few weeks away from needing refills.

Any tips on how to handle the transition?

Shock and Awe! 120 minutes of cardio!


So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking…about getting back on track. Eating well. Exercising. Making good decisions in support of wellness. But also wrestling with how to do all of these things and still have a social life.

I don’t want to be married to a gym or a diet plan.

As I was laying in bed on Friday night…berating myself for going out with friends for dinner and wine instead of going to the gym…I realized that even though I was ‘feeding’ my need for people time, everything else I was doing is just not working for me.

I realized that I miss the sense of accomplishment that comes from working hard and getting hot and sweaty. I miss the camaraderie of my gym support system. While Greensboro wasn’t the place for me in many aspects, I enjoyed working hard at the gym because I always had people cheering me on. Well…I always had one person at least. My trainer. And he was paid to cheer me on…but…technicalities!

I woke up yesterday morning and decided I was going to go to a 45 min Zumba class. I got dressed, choked down some coffee, and was so freaking proud of myself for just showing up.

Showing up at the gym is one of the hardest parts for me right now!

While waiting for the class to start, I noticed that there were a ton of people waiting with me. In costume. With balloons. And signs?

The sign read ‘Welcome to Valentine’s Day cardio dance!’

Oh, now that’s just adorable. I thought the sentiment was sweet. Until we got in there and they announced that the class was not 45 min today. It was 120 minutes.


They had 6 different instructors who were going to teach 20 minutes each.

I almost left. Then I decided I would stick out 45 minutes. Then I started talking to the people around me who convinced me to go for the full 120.

And so it began.

I was thankful for a snack table- I quickly are 2 Cliff bars since I had no breakfast.

The first hour wasn’t bad. They toned down the intensity so we could make it. I got a nice little break during the hip hop segment- yes, I tried but even on my best attempt, I can’t dance like that. I’m really hoping that there are no pictures or video from that 20 minute segment. Let’s just say that everyone else was booty shaking and looking great and the most accurate phrase to describe my actions would be ‘limbs and butt flailing in every direction with no purpose, control, or finesse.’

I’m forever grateful to the women I stood near as we all needed each other for the last 30 minutes. I got really concerned for a moment when my left knee started to feel weird. And then I remembered…oh right, I’ve been dancing for a straight hour and a half and my usual activity level is ‘inert.’

It kinda makes sense that something would hurt…and I’m surprised that was the only thing!

We started cheering for each other. And by cheering, I mean I kept yelling ‘we’re not going to die today!’ I think I was yelling that more for myself, and I don’t think I necessarily believed it at that point in time.

But finished I did, and die I did not!


Afterward, I walked out to my car . A bit shell shocked. I just did 2 hours of cardio. How did that happen?

I felt exhausted. Sweaty. Happy. Proud of myself.

I needed that.

I took a nap, and then met up with a friend for dinner and went to a small party with friends later in the evening.

Best Valentines gift? Seeing that there is a way to balance these things that I truly need right now, I just need to step back out of my comfort zone.

Off track


Do you ever feel like you’re completely off track? Disorganized, scattered, flighty, and just plain not with it?

Yeah. That’s me right now.

The (only) good part of living in a city I loathed is that I was on top of things. I worked out like an Olympian. I cooked like Emeril. I managed my financial life like a CPA.

Because there was absolutely nothing else to do. And I was SO. SO. SO. BORED. And miserable.

Fast forward six months, I’m happy again. But I’m so happy that I’m all over the place.

Just call me Tinkerbelle. With ADHD.

I’ve been soaking up city life so much: meeting friends every night, enjoying all the restaurants I’ve missed, and sometimes even just driving around taking in the beautiful city streets I’ve missed.

But it distracts me.

I’m not doing badly. I just feel like I’ve lost sight of some of the things I realized must be health priorities during my period in social purgatory. I feel like I’ve lost sight of other things I enjoy- blogging as an example- during my frantic OMG OMG PEOPLE! And things to do! And places to see!

So now… I need to find a balance. A routine.

And that, my friends, is easier said than done.

I am very selfish right now about my time. For the past two years, I spent time either by myself or with people that I just didn’t click with. So while I know that it’s supremely important for my health to eat right, work out, and get good sleep…I’m in a rut where I’m just not willing to miss a single dinner, happy hour, trivia night, you name it.

I’m not sure how to get out of it.

I realize that this may sound depressed. I am not. I’m actually very happy, just a little concerned as I’m trying to fit every piece of this in. I know exercising and eating in a specific way is critical to my health. And I’m just not sure how to balance it all right now.

Y’all, y’all, y’all


Ok, I’m going to teach all of y’all some good ole Southern bitch speak. (Waves at Kelly!!)

Bless your heart= you suck
I’ll pray for you = you suck
I’ll take the high road = you suck
Fried green tomatoes= yummy meal

Had to throw my favorite food in the mix.

So yeah…bless my heart, pray for me, and take the high road regarding my lack of consistent posting as of late.

Believe it or not, posting more consistently was one of my 2015 resolutions.

I do have lots to report…check back by Sunday! I’ll be starting with my adventures in Boston! Also, follow me on FB (link to the right) as that’s easier for me to update as I go!

And until then, here’s a shot of my baby girl to keep you happy!


Happy Thanksgiving!


Oh my my my my. I feel like every other post I write begins with sorry for not posting! But life…it happens!

Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

I had a great and relaxing day, much needed after a go go go couple of weeks, which I will post on tomorrow!

I ended up staying in Charlotte instead of joining my family. Bittersweet- I needed the rest but I hate not getting to see them.

On Wednesday evening, my friends and I went to the Charlotte Hornets game. The atmosphere was a blast, the end of the game notsomuch.


When we first got there, we realized our seats were immediately in front of a group of wild,crazy, boisterous fans. At first, I wanted to kill them. I can’t figure out how to upload the video but trust me…they yelled for everything. I spent significant amounts of time trying to figure out if I could manipulate them into chanting ‘solo cup’ over and over. They did, after all, chant ‘Michael Jordan’ over and over. As well as ‘Dale Jarrett’ who is…not a basketball player. But ok! They ended up being hilarious!

I slept late on Thursday and celebrated Friendsgiving at Maggiano’s with my urban family.


That is the give me bruschetta picture!!

Then I came home and zonked out with this fierce beast!


All in all, a good restful time!

More tomorrow.

September shenanigans


Sometimes I really don’t know what to write about…and sometimes I think that the details of my life will bore you if I don’t have a lot to say about RA. It’s crazy how I compartmentalize. I rarely talk to the people I see on a daily basis about RA, yet I feel weird writing on my blog about anything unrelated.

I’ve decided though that living with RA makes all events relevant, especially when I’m feeling good. So here’s the skinny on what I’m up to right now!

A few weeks ago, I went to Washington DC to participate in the ACR’s Capitol Hill Fly in. For those of you unfamiliar, this is a yearly advocacy event that pairs doctors and patients together to meet with lawmakers to discuss policy that affects our community. We talked a TON about access to care, access to treatments and medications among other topics. I had a GREAT team and it was a lot of fun!



The funniest part? They called our team up to role play a meeting with a real live actual Senator. Did we know this was going to happen? Nope. While speaking about access to treatments/medications, I stated that due to Tier 4 pricing, my biologic medication is $700 per month. The senator frowned and said ‘that’s $8,000 a year.’ I smiled and said ‘actually, it’s $8,400.’

Many thanks to whatever spirit chose to inhabit me at that moment and do accurate math! On the spot! In front of people!

That will most likely never happen again! But I felt very smart. Yay for successful basic multiplication skills.

Next up, I just started xeljanz. I am a month in and quite pleased thus far. I realized last week that things that used to always have a dull ache no longer do. Plus, I am psyched to no longer have to give myself shots. Even though I’ve done it for years, I’m by no means a nurse and have bruised the heck out of myself many, many times.

This past weekend, my much better ankle cooperated and allowed me to visit Greenville, SC. Ok, it would’ve let me visit either way but I walked all around town with no issue. I saw several old friends and got to see my cousin perform in the Broadway tour of Once! If you’re thinking about going, I highly recommend. Very well done show!


And that’s the highlight reel! Oh yeah, and I turned 35 a few weeks ago. (Ugh)

Up next: how I’ve fallen off the fitness wagon since moving and how I’ll be jumping back in!