Well I did it. I chopped off my hair. I LOVE IT. This is a big deal because I worry that having short hair will make me look even fatter than I am now, but it didn't. Instead, it helps me look much less dowdy and my head feels lovely and light.
I tend to see symbolic meaning in everything. The last time I cut my hair off, I ended up losing a great deal of weight. Then I just let it grow, like an untended hedge. So today, for who knows what reason (ok, perhaps we do know) I said "just cut it the way you think it will look best" and voila. Shag/Pixie look. Perhaps I will keep this look all the way to my "after" pictures. Who knows?
Every day I realize that despite the drastic measure of this HCG diet, this truly is beginning - just beginning - to feel like a lifestyle. This way of thinking has to grow on you - like mold in the shower (sorry, no better analogy available). Slowly but steadily.
Went to Whole Foods again for the THIRD TIME IN A ROW! Eve, my favorite checker noticed my fab new short hairdo. So did the beautiful woman in the vitamin aisle. Go figure. Wore nifty felted scarf that I made myself (using this japanese technique involving silk and raw wool roving and lots of elbow grease) and I headed right to the greens aisle. This was because I ate my last bit of green in the fridge (asparagus) last night. So instead of heading to a fast food joint because I was starving, I went to WF, bought my greens, and came home and made delicious sea scallops on the old George Foreman, then wilted my greens (I only love warm food - unless it's ice cream and I really don't love ice cream) and ate a healthy lunch ON PROGRAM.
Today I didn't feel as weird in Whole Foods. I didn't feel like I was the "token fat girl" or anything like that. I didn't even feel self conscious buying greens - like the fat woman who is obviously on a diet. Nothing. Instead, I felt my deliciously light head, peered out at the lovely snow falling, thought about my 4 PM client and had a sense of contentment.
One Woman's Quest to Lose Large and Ugly Panties Forever
I've had it with ugly panties that fit my large behind. I'm done with clothes for the large woman that just aren't as cute as the clothes I wore twenty years ago. I'm tired of wheezing as I go up the stairs. I've got sixty pounds to lose - because on my fiftieth birthday, I'm dancing naked in a thong, dammit. And it better be pretty. This little bunny rabbit is hopping me down the weight loss lane. I wanted a pair of big granny panties rolling through the grass, but I'm not computer savvy.