Locks of Love Part Deux

Me, before:


Me, after:





Isn't it funny sometimes, how life puts you exactly where you need to be? I made an appointment at a salon that was literally around the corner from my house. It's the only one that I've seen down here and remembered the location, because the name is Sybil's which reminds me of the novel of the same name about a girl with multiple personalities. It's funny, because the place sells wigs....Get it? Each time one of my girls dons a wig, they have a different personality, grandma, princess....maybe it's just me. I think it's funny, and that's why this place stuck in my memory. It turns out that these guys do so many Locks of Love donations that now they put them in a box and send them all off for the customer instead of having them sent off individually. Sue played with my now short hair, and talked me into trusting her (I know!) and I ended up with this cute little bob. The picture doesn't do it justice, because it's fluffy and bouncy, and curled under just so...Sue even showed me how to do it. How cool is that? I have never walked into a place with a picture of the cut I want and had anyone have the guts to tell me it wasn't right for me. And sure as heck never showed me how to fix it up!
As soon as I was done I had just enough time to run to target while I still remembered all the things she told me I needed. I spent a little too much, but it was fun to be girly for once. The problem is that with all of this arctic wind, my hair fell flat as soon a a gust hit me in the face! Bah!
I can't tell you how good it feels to have 12 inches cut off my hair. My head felt lighter immediately! Also, instead of a half an hour to blow dry my hair, it too maybe 5 minutes to get done, and it swishes when I tip my head. I love it. It feels free! I did notice under all those nasty lights that I have the widest jaw on the planet! When did that happen, and why is it that your mirror at home tells you you look great, and when you go out every reflective surface you encounter calls your mirror a lying bastard? I call bullshit! I resolve to never glimpse in someone Else's mirror again....
In other news, I've been sooooo good this week. I actually can't wait to get on the scale! I'll pretend that I'm not getting the munchies at 3 every day, if only this extra weight will go away faster. Hopefully this time next year I'll be laughing at three o' clock!
So, what do you think of the new do?

The one where I got back on the wagon! OR Weight Watcher's Tuesday

Dear readers,
I did it! Last Tuesday I bit the bullet and went back to ...

I knew that I needed to go back for quite some time, but something always got in the way, or, I'd just plain forget! Being out of the habit of going every Tuesday really messed me up. I actually wanted to start on Saturdays so that Jay could go with when he comes home, but trying to remember that was even harder. So, I wrote the date in my book as if it were an appointment, and I made myself go through the ritual. I have a certian outfit I wear every week so that whatever fluctuations there are on the scale can only be blamed on me, and I stop eating and drinking before 9 am (the meeting starts at 11:30), so that the weigh in will be as accurate as possible. You have no idea how drinking a bottle of water then weighing in .9 lbs more than you should can effect your outlook on the rest of the day! It may sound silly, but consider the fact that there used to be a young lady who would strip down to her tank top and boxers to weigh...I'm not THAT batty (yet).
So, this week I went, secure in the knowledge that I was a perfect example of a weight watchers member, and lost a total of 3.5 lbs! Yay me!
Michelle (the ww leader) had a great idea to track our weight loss, and help us visualize our accomplishments. For every pound we lose, start then add to a paper clip chain. I particularly like this idea, because this is how we track the days of Jay's deployment, only we take off a paper chain a link for every day Jay has been gone. I am going to start this chain today, and clip it to my fridge to remind me of what I'm jeopardizing if I indulge too much. I think that, along with a skinny picture of myself, will help out. I just need to find the right picture in all of these piles of memorabilia.
So...look for this post every Tuesday...I commit to reporting every week, whether I've lost or not. Hopefully that will keep me even more honest than weighing in at the meeting does. My goal is to shed at least 80 lbs. I don't have a timeline, because that seems to just kill my momentum. So we will just say 80lbs no matter how long it takes!
Wish me willpower, not luck!
Stacy