Dear Diary,
Step one of any matrimonial pursuit involves diet & exercise. And while I readily admit that I haven't been the queen of fitness as of late, I have proven myself faithful on my diet. Even creating boundaries in terms of where I can go in a social setting (most frequently with my family). And I have seen results now that I would pay money to see. It isn't always reflected on the scale, but often in the mirror. I am fitting into clothes I have not been comfortable in for some time. This week, I ought to be picking up the running again (as I'm due to run a 15K on Sunday), so that should even create a catalyst for the scale end of the deal. Ideally. At times when you increase your activity level, the scale is mean to you. But that's because of the well-documented fact that muscle weighs more than fat. And that's what I always tell myself when the scale is unkind...whether exercise is involved or not.
Step two is to "get out there." This book that I have been telling you about is really forcing me to expand my social setting. Not just the same places I already frequent, but to change my traffic pattern. And not only that, but to mention off-handedly...no, no...to beg...my friends to set me up. Introduce me to people. Be a match-maker. If only for 1 date.
As skeptical as I am toward this "date almost anyone once" philosophy that the author has, I have committed to going through with "the program." So here, it is Diary. My permission, and not only that, but my request, that you (meaning anyone capable of reading this entry) introduce me to your friends. I am ready and willing to have an evening out. It's not an evening to find a husband. It's just a date (so the author keeps drumming in my head). Even if it means I fly to connecticut or take a trip to visit family in Atlanta or Colorado or whereever. A roadtrip just makes it more exciting! :)
There it is. I reluctantly give you my permission. ...Now, be kind....
And let me know what tomorrow holds...
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