Well I went and did it.

I got all my hairs cut.  Every last one of them.  I now officially have hair shorter than my husbands.  It feel like 10 pounds has been shorn off the back of my head.  Now I can’t wait for summer.  I’m ready for the pool and the sun and not having to deal with a pony tail or getting the tangles out.

This was my first actual “cut” since I lost my hair back in ’06.  I’ve been getting it trimmed regularly but just letting it grow.  It was kinda traumatic and liberating all at once.  When she gathered up the first section and made that first cut, it brought flashbacks of my hair falling out by the handfuls and how devastated I was at the time.

This time was by choice and I made the right one.  I love it now.  I woke up this morning, got it damp and it looked great.  A little product and I’m styling.  And it doesn’t look like a rats ass in the morning after I’ve been sweating all night.

So, I stepped out of my comfort zone and did something I’ve been wanting to do for some time, but my fear stopped me.  What have you done lately to push you out of your comfort zone?

Hit the wall running today

After such a good day Wednesday, boy did I crash and burn yesterday and today.  Morning sickness is back in full force this morning.  I’m so tired and achy.  I just want to sleep.

I’m so ready to chop my hair off.  I’m tired of trying to not throw up on it in the mornings.  Too much like work anymore.  I don’t have the energy to deal with it.  The washing, brushing, dyeing.  It’s just too much right now.  Besides, I might look pretty cool with short hair again.  I looked pretty good bald, why not.  Especially with summer coming and being in and out of the pool.  No hassle hair.  I think I’m gonna do it.

   

I like any of these four.  Short, simple and stylish.

I’m off to nap some more.  I might even try to eat something.  Although I don’t know what.  Nothing even sounds remotely good right now.