152.0 - Hair Cuts Then and Now

Getting my hair cut when I weighed 200+ was not a fun event. There used to be something awful about sitting in my stylist's chair after a shampoo with my head wrapped in a blue towel. Without my poofy 'do to balance out my puffy face, I felt exposed and extra super fat sitting in the swivel chair in front of the giant mirror.

But yesterday my face looked normal and fine in the mirror, even with my hair in a towel. And the stylists just went on and on about how little I was. I have to tell you, it felt great. I'm thinner, yes, but I don't think of myself as "little." But I've been going to my hairdresser for over 10 years and she knows me well and is a speaker of the truth. So I'm gonna have to believe her on this one.

I've got my sassy bob back and colored it last night so the roots and gray are gone. I even feel lighter with the extra hair gone. Since around 6th grade I've been obsessive about my hair, so it's a big part of what makes me feel good about myself.

But now I don't have to use it as some kind of camoflage for my fat. It can just be part of what makes me, me.

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I got a battery for the scale yesterday, so this morning I weighed myself with the expectation I would still be around 152, and looky there--I'm smack dab at my maintain weight.

Yesterday I didn't get to run (pooh) because of work stuff, but I'm planning on going today. It will be inside again because it's so damn cold here. I never thought I'd see the day when I would be irritated at not being able to run outside.

Food was good--I was around 1800 calories. I wasn't perfect with the LAWL food list and exchanges, but so what? I'm not striving for perfection.

Which is obvious since I indulged in a cold weather lunch today--grilled cheese and chili. Yummy. I am warm and full and all toasty inside. If I figure out how many calories I ate, I'm guessing it won't be a small number. But whatever. I'll work it off and dinner tonight will be light.

Thankfully the kids are still healthy and life is moving along normally. No plans for the weekend, which is just the way I like it. Maybe I'll even get myself a run in on Saturday or Sunday.