I hadn't had a haircut since the "Two in One" disaster in February. I've worn it back in a ponytail every single day because it's all kinds of ugly. The thing is that I haven't been taking very much care of myself in the Vanity Department. I figure... "what's the use?" But this morning I took a good look at myself (and my feet-- Holy Crap! The Feet!) and was like "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
I couldn't think of a good reason. (No, "I'm obese!" isn't a good reason to not have Pretty Hair.) and so I called a local salon and asked if there was any chance that they had an opening today.
They did. And so I went.
Isn't it amazing how a nice haircut can improve your mood dramatically? I feel so motivated to do nice things for myself now. Up next? Pedicure, manicure and eyebrow threading.
Losing 80 pounds.
Ha! Ha! Ha!!
I've given up the dream of losing weight. I'm 230 pounds and I have a feeling it's going to be that way until my doctors figure out what is wrong with me. I never would have imagined that at 36 years old, I'd have this body. I mean, I've spent my entire life doing crazy things so that I never would look this way and yet, here I am. It's been very difficult adjusting to this new body (and this new face.) At times it's been emotionally exhausting. But, I stopped fighting it and have been learning to accept it.
That's not to say I'm all "screw it!" and eating like crap. In fact, it's the complete opposite. I've been working extra hard at trying to lose weight and sadly, nothing is happening. I'm just as big as I was when I started.
I spent 10 days straight working out in the gym for 1 hour + each time. I only lost 3 pounds, but I was so thrilled! Because it gave me a little hope that I could lose weight, even if it wasn't the amount I wanted/needed to lose. And then, one morning I woke up, stepped on the scale and those 3 pounds were right back on. EVEN THOUGH, I had been consistently working out. EVEN THOUGH I cut back drastically on my eating. It was depressing and I felt hopeless. Here's the thing though-- something is wrong with me and I've stopped blaming myself. I'm doing what I can do and my body isn't cooperating. So, I'm fat. I don't look good in jeans. My face is huge and we won't even talk about the boobs. BUT! I have low cholesterol! And... and.. now? I have Pretty Hair.
I am happy today and man, I really love how Happy feels.
Me. NOT happy this morning.
Me. Feeling SO happy that I almost busted out a smile.










How sad is it that the highlight of my day is that I'm the first commenter?
However, being as you get 35,000 comments a day, it IS a feat in and of itself :)
GREAT HAIR WOMAN!