When You aren't where you need to be, in regards to the mentality you are going to need to lose the weight...
I was thinking about this today while doing many things.
(like coming in under 1500 calories, doing one hour on the elliptical, 150 situps and my upper body with weights, I took yesterday off from the gym So today was a wednesday workout and I will be working out on Saturday as well.)
About why my journey has been different this time. (It's for life)
And
About what kind of mental work I had done to get to the point where I was ready to ditch the weight. (oodles)
And the first thing I had to do to even get out of the gate..
Which was:
I had to lay aside my expectations.
The first thing that makes me wary when reading a blog is expectations of what life will be like "When they are thin."
I am sure we have all done this.
I know I used to.
When I am thin I will be
Happier
more extroverted
have fewer troubles
will be more loveable
will fart rainbows and sneeze sunshine.
Every previous weight loss attempt had an 'end date'.
By october I should weigh ___________
*Insert weight there*
I mean, I would start a diet (that's another warning sign...diets...special ones...)
with the expectation that I would lose the weight for good by a certain and specific date, and the heavens would part, all my troubles would melt away, and I would magically become someone worth knowing.
I would get 20 or 30 lbs in, I would not get the support I felt I needed (more expectations)...or no one would notice, or the reason for starting would come and go (a special event)...and along with it...my motivation would just up and leave.
Because the motivation would be external.
I would have people say "You have to do it for you."
I always thought they were full of crap.
I mean, If you can't do it for your kids...who can you do it for!?
lol.
YOU maybe?
yeah.
Your kids will love you either way.
If you are doing it for your spouse, what if your spouse pulls a fast one and suddenly decides the new, skinnier you is making them uncomfortable?
(That happened to me half way through...He got uncomfortable with the new, more assertive me and started trying to sabotague me...now he is more comfortable again.)
If pleasing him was the only reason, I would have quit right there.
If it was losing weight before going to see my family again...well, I went back and saw my family.
Now would be the time to stop.
The external motivation leaves.
The motivation has to be internal.
And the farther I go, the less weight related I think it is.
It isn't about the weight....well, at least not all of it.
I am not at a place where my weight is threatening my life anymore.
I think this whole journey boils down to
WHO YOU WANT TO BE.
Stay with me here:
Imagine you are ashamed of your weight.
It makes you feel ill and tired and hopeless.
You try to lose weight to please others, but fail.
The food always wins...
Heck it may even be killing you, giving you diabetes...etc.
Your fat might be pulling double duty.
It may be protecting you...not conciously, but subconciously.
If you're weight is tied up in hiding parts of you that you don't want others to see...or the food is protecting you from having to feel....or is keeping others at bay so you don't have to deal.
Then external motivators aren't going to work and any sort of internal motivation will be sabotagued...unless you find a reason BIGGER than the obstacles that are holding you back.
I found my motivator...I had several things happen to me that brought me to this realization....
I am dying.
Do I mean I have a terminal illness?
No.
I mean we are all dying.
I have maybe 40 good years left if I am lucky...(hopefully a bit more if God will grant them)
As I stood there in build a bear I looked at myself and I asked myself:
Is this what I want my life to be defined by?
Do I want to live half a life?
Is this the example I want to set for my children?
Is this the person I want to be?
The answer to those questions was NO!
Every day since has been the first day of the rest of my life.
It was bigger to me than the comfort food gave me.
It was bigger than the fear I had of being seen.
It was bigger than anything.
My reason was life.
I wanted to take what life I had left and believe that I could make it beautiful. That I could make it what I wanted.
That I could either release all the fear, or that I would feel the fear and still live life fully anyways.
After all, I had lived for years with no expectations whatsoever.
What was the worst that could happen?
I would fail?
So, right then and there I let go of every expectation I had of how much weight I would lose and how long it would take.
It didn't matter if it took one year or ten years.
I would eat my calories and exercise.
If I never lost a pound at least I knew I tried.
I wasn't going to die a quitter.
Or even worse, a non starter...
So, if you have all your hopes tied up in being thin to live the life you want.
Then you are putting your hopes in an exterior motivator.
That's a flag.
Start living the life you want now.
Why start now?
Because every day that you let go by without giving it all you've got is a wasted day.
tick tock, tick tock.
You don't get that time back.
Once it's gone IT. IS. GONE.
Let go of that time frame.
There is no time frame on becoming the person you want to be.
I am not perfect,
Sometimes I get ahead of myself.
Sometimes I get anxious.
When I do this, I knock myself back mentally to day one, year zero.
I was continually reminding myself that every day is day one, year zero.
Every day you create the world anew with your intentions.
What you did yesterday is in the history books...tomorrow is unwritten.
All you really are given is today.
So step one...
Know your own reason.
And remove time frames.
It's for life, Your life.
Have a great night guys,
Hugs..
Chris
8.12.2010
8.11.2010
HDC Day 18- Date night...short post
Hey guys.
I goofed and didn't get a picture earlier cause I couldn't find my camera.
Then I found my camera but I didn't have...or don't have time for a picture.
lol.
um.....
I am going to leave it there.
I got like five minutes so just wanted to say I had a great time at dinner.
My husband said I was the prettiest woman in there.
His buddy was surprised and confused? I think.
Now we are home.
Hope you guys are having as good a night as I am having.
Be back tomorrow.
Hugs,
Chris
I goofed and didn't get a picture earlier cause I couldn't find my camera.
Then I found my camera but I didn't have...or don't have time for a picture.
lol.
um.....
I am going to leave it there.
I got like five minutes so just wanted to say I had a great time at dinner.
My husband said I was the prettiest woman in there.
His buddy was surprised and confused? I think.
Now we are home.
Hope you guys are having as good a night as I am having.
Be back tomorrow.
Hugs,
Chris
8.10.2010
HDC- Day 17....Time travel to about one year ago...
Okay guys....I am on day 17 of my hundred days challenge....I thought I would skitchy doo back a year to see what was going on in my noggin and viola...I found something pretty relevant to motivation...and commitment and fear and pushing through.
This is from August 8th, 2009. I was 230 lbs at the time of this post...weight this morning
150 lbs.
What a difference a year makes.
08-08-09
aaahhhh....here comes that feeling again.
Hey all, I have lost 32 lbs so far. Fantastic right? You would think so. On a cerebral level, I am ecstatic. I feel better, have more energy (or had), I can do more during the day.
However, I hit thirty pounds about a week ago, and since then I have had, in my gut, a persistent feeling of dread. A feeling of impending doom. I am a big believer in intuition so thought something bad was about to happen. I have been "hungry" for the last week. I have "tired"...feeling "too tired" to walk. (I have eaten right and walked anyway) What has changed? NOTHING. This is where I have always quit before. I have a feeling of dread, I am tired, I am hungry, what's the point, I feel fine now that I have lost some weight etc.
This is where psychological warfare begins, with myself. It was so sneaky this time. Usually I quit easier and so never run into these persistant thoughts about food. This is my fear of losing weight and being vulnerable, being seen. It has lodged in my gut and in my subconscious. It is my subconscious mind attempting to undermine my conscious efforts. That sounds crazy, but this is exactly why I do what I hate (as paul would say). I have a programming in My subconscious mind that keeps me fat. There is a reason I am fat. It isn't because, consciously I want to be...but somewhere along the way, my subconcious has convinced me that my fat is keeping me safe . It keeps me invisible. I am slowly becoming visible, and I know consciously that this is what I want. Subconsciously, all hell is breaking loose.
I need new programming. I am going to keep going, today is my three mile walk and my whole body hurts. I think it's mental, not physical. I have got to reprogram myself. So, I need, over a period of time... Good associations with being healthier, with being thin. When I was young, I was thin. My associations with that period of time was physical, emotional and in one particularly damaging instance, sexual abuse. This person called me his "petite princess'. It wasn't as bad of an experience as it could have been, but it was bad enough. Just touching. I didn't want to be anyone's petite princess, or victim ever again, and so I began to gain weight. .............................................
Right now I feel vulnerable because for the next six to eight months I am not fit enough to really protect myself, and I am not fat enough to be invisible. Tricky. I do have a push knife that I take with me on walks. I know this sounds paranoid to people, but it is just the truth. There is only so much you can get rid of mentally. The rest of recovery takes time and reprogramming. I will get better about weight as time goes on and collect good associations, but I have to get there. It's kind of like being terrified of heights and the only way you are going to overcome your fear of heights is to climb mount everest. So, that is why every pound is a victory for me. When someone loses a half pound and I congratulate them I truly mean it. For some of us, this is the most terrifying thing we will ever do. I wish you all luck and to stay mentally conscious of your thoughts and feelings, and to analyze them, hold them up against reality. This can be mentally exhausting but is necessary for you if you are going to keep going.
hugs and God bless,
Chris
I just wanted to say guys, That this fear didn't just 'go away'.
I have had the same persistent feeling of dread in my gut for the last 10 lbs now.
Every milestone I have reached has made me both happy and afraid.
Now when I get afraid I can go back to that self defense class I took and remember stomping the crap out of the 'attacker'.
It helps.
I am also "aware' of what that feeling is and how to combat it.
This instance above was the first instance.
Every time I overcame it, it got easier.
Every time I had to overcome it, I became stronger.
I remembered why I wanted to lose weight.
That I wasn't going to allow my past to dictate my future.
That I wanted to be healthy.
And I climbed over it, or went around it, or under it or straight through it.
I didn't let anything stop me.
after a while, the motion of my forward momentum was so strong that when things popped up, I just rolled over them...but the next couple of months after this post....
They were very hard.
But getting over them was what I needed to do to make it to where I am now.
So if you are going through trials, thank God for them...for they are what will give you the strength to see this thing through till the end. You just have to fight your way through to build up your spiritual and mental muscle.
I did 40 minutes on the stairstepper and a 2.5 mile walk.
I am in at 1470 calories.
looking forward to my big date night tomorrow.
hugs,
Chris
This is from August 8th, 2009. I was 230 lbs at the time of this post...weight this morning
150 lbs.
What a difference a year makes.
08-08-09
aaahhhh....here comes that feeling again.
Hey all, I have lost 32 lbs so far. Fantastic right? You would think so. On a cerebral level, I am ecstatic. I feel better, have more energy (or had), I can do more during the day.
However, I hit thirty pounds about a week ago, and since then I have had, in my gut, a persistent feeling of dread. A feeling of impending doom. I am a big believer in intuition so thought something bad was about to happen. I have been "hungry" for the last week. I have "tired"...feeling "too tired" to walk. (I have eaten right and walked anyway) What has changed? NOTHING. This is where I have always quit before. I have a feeling of dread, I am tired, I am hungry, what's the point, I feel fine now that I have lost some weight etc.
This is where psychological warfare begins, with myself. It was so sneaky this time. Usually I quit easier and so never run into these persistant thoughts about food. This is my fear of losing weight and being vulnerable, being seen. It has lodged in my gut and in my subconscious. It is my subconscious mind attempting to undermine my conscious efforts. That sounds crazy, but this is exactly why I do what I hate (as paul would say). I have a programming in My subconscious mind that keeps me fat. There is a reason I am fat. It isn't because, consciously I want to be...but somewhere along the way, my subconcious has convinced me that my fat is keeping me safe . It keeps me invisible. I am slowly becoming visible, and I know consciously that this is what I want. Subconsciously, all hell is breaking loose.
I need new programming. I am going to keep going, today is my three mile walk and my whole body hurts. I think it's mental, not physical. I have got to reprogram myself. So, I need, over a period of time... Good associations with being healthier, with being thin. When I was young, I was thin. My associations with that period of time was physical, emotional and in one particularly damaging instance, sexual abuse. This person called me his "petite princess'. It wasn't as bad of an experience as it could have been, but it was bad enough. Just touching. I didn't want to be anyone's petite princess, or victim ever again, and so I began to gain weight. .............................................
Right now I feel vulnerable because for the next six to eight months I am not fit enough to really protect myself, and I am not fat enough to be invisible. Tricky. I do have a push knife that I take with me on walks. I know this sounds paranoid to people, but it is just the truth. There is only so much you can get rid of mentally. The rest of recovery takes time and reprogramming. I will get better about weight as time goes on and collect good associations, but I have to get there. It's kind of like being terrified of heights and the only way you are going to overcome your fear of heights is to climb mount everest. So, that is why every pound is a victory for me. When someone loses a half pound and I congratulate them I truly mean it. For some of us, this is the most terrifying thing we will ever do. I wish you all luck and to stay mentally conscious of your thoughts and feelings, and to analyze them, hold them up against reality. This can be mentally exhausting but is necessary for you if you are going to keep going.
hugs and God bless,
Chris
I just wanted to say guys, That this fear didn't just 'go away'.
I have had the same persistent feeling of dread in my gut for the last 10 lbs now.
Every milestone I have reached has made me both happy and afraid.
Now when I get afraid I can go back to that self defense class I took and remember stomping the crap out of the 'attacker'.
It helps.
I am also "aware' of what that feeling is and how to combat it.
This instance above was the first instance.
Every time I overcame it, it got easier.
Every time I had to overcome it, I became stronger.
I remembered why I wanted to lose weight.
That I wasn't going to allow my past to dictate my future.
That I wanted to be healthy.
And I climbed over it, or went around it, or under it or straight through it.
I didn't let anything stop me.
after a while, the motion of my forward momentum was so strong that when things popped up, I just rolled over them...but the next couple of months after this post....
They were very hard.
But getting over them was what I needed to do to make it to where I am now.
So if you are going through trials, thank God for them...for they are what will give you the strength to see this thing through till the end. You just have to fight your way through to build up your spiritual and mental muscle.
I did 40 minutes on the stairstepper and a 2.5 mile walk.
I am in at 1470 calories.
looking forward to my big date night tomorrow.
hugs,
Chris
8.09.2010
HDC day 16- Motivation and we have a winner.
Hey all,
It's the red dress 23-7.
Thanks for participating. I spent the last hour picking out my hair do.
What is the special occasion?
Well, I'll tell you, it's going to a nice restaurant with my husband.
It's date night for us.
Why am I putting so much effort in.
Well,
A.) I haven't ever before.
not even on my wedding day. I had a sundress...
I picked my flowers from the side of the road.
I didn't appreciate my weight at the time, (138lbs)
I didn't appreciate myself.
I didn't appreciate being a girl.
Doing girly things.
looking pretty.
I never have.
All those things most girls do when they are teenagers, I didn't do.
For many reasons.
I was poor, I was at times overweight...
I was afraid of men.
I didn't want to be noticed.
I thought that even if I tried I would not look pretty anyways so what was the point.
I had an idea of what beautiful was and I wasn't it.
B.) We are going to dinner and we are going to meet up with one of tim's old Army buddies.
All his old buddies remember me fat.
This is going to be fun.
C.) Every day for me is a special occasion.
I don't want to miss one.more.day acting like it isn't.
I know people lament the fact that they didn't get it sooner.
Getting healthy, getting their lives together.
But I made a decision to not let regret mar the rest of my life.
I was lucky to catch it at all.
So why sit around wasting time worrying about what I missed.
Do that, and I just miss more.
Somebody asked me to blog about consistency...
how to be consistent.
But, i don't think consistency is the issue...it's a symptom.
To be consistent you need only one thing.
A reason.
When I say my flip switched ,I mean it switched.
One minute food was it...
it was the most important thing.
The next food was what had kept me from living life to it's full potential.
Food was eating my soul.
That's the best way I can put it.
my motivation.
To get my life back.
Or to get a life I knew was possible, because I could see it all around me..
it was being lived by people a lot shallower and more petty and mean spirited than I.
Was I not intelligent?
Was I not capable?
YES!
What was going to stop me?
Nothing.
What is your motivation for losing the weight.
IF it's external...if it's anything outside of yourself and what you want for your life..
I hate to say this, but you will fail.
because the externals change.
You say I want to do it for my kids.
Well, that's great...but it isn't enough.
You really want to do it so you can be a mother that isn't held back by her body.
Your kids will love you either way.
It has to be something YOU WANT.
If you know what you want, and WHY YOU WANT IT..
consistency isn't an issue.
If your consistency is lacking.
Check your motivation.
in under with the cals...and one big ole kick @ss workout puts me in at 700 calories burned baby.
Be back tomorrow...
Big hugs,
Chris
It's the red dress 23-7.
Thanks for participating. I spent the last hour picking out my hair do.
What is the special occasion?
Well, I'll tell you, it's going to a nice restaurant with my husband.
It's date night for us.
Why am I putting so much effort in.
Well,
A.) I haven't ever before.
not even on my wedding day. I had a sundress...
I picked my flowers from the side of the road.
I didn't appreciate my weight at the time, (138lbs)
I didn't appreciate myself.
I didn't appreciate being a girl.
Doing girly things.
looking pretty.
I never have.
All those things most girls do when they are teenagers, I didn't do.
For many reasons.
I was poor, I was at times overweight...
I was afraid of men.
I didn't want to be noticed.
I thought that even if I tried I would not look pretty anyways so what was the point.
I had an idea of what beautiful was and I wasn't it.
B.) We are going to dinner and we are going to meet up with one of tim's old Army buddies.
All his old buddies remember me fat.
This is going to be fun.
C.) Every day for me is a special occasion.
I don't want to miss one.more.day acting like it isn't.
I know people lament the fact that they didn't get it sooner.
Getting healthy, getting their lives together.
But I made a decision to not let regret mar the rest of my life.
I was lucky to catch it at all.
So why sit around wasting time worrying about what I missed.
Do that, and I just miss more.
Somebody asked me to blog about consistency...
how to be consistent.
But, i don't think consistency is the issue...it's a symptom.
To be consistent you need only one thing.
A reason.
When I say my flip switched ,I mean it switched.
One minute food was it...
it was the most important thing.
The next food was what had kept me from living life to it's full potential.
Food was eating my soul.
That's the best way I can put it.
my motivation.
To get my life back.
Or to get a life I knew was possible, because I could see it all around me..
it was being lived by people a lot shallower and more petty and mean spirited than I.
Was I not intelligent?
Was I not capable?
YES!
What was going to stop me?
Nothing.
What is your motivation for losing the weight.
IF it's external...if it's anything outside of yourself and what you want for your life..
I hate to say this, but you will fail.
because the externals change.
You say I want to do it for my kids.
Well, that's great...but it isn't enough.
You really want to do it so you can be a mother that isn't held back by her body.
Your kids will love you either way.
It has to be something YOU WANT.
If you know what you want, and WHY YOU WANT IT..
consistency isn't an issue.
If your consistency is lacking.
Check your motivation.
in under with the cals...and one big ole kick @ss workout puts me in at 700 calories burned baby.
Be back tomorrow...
Big hugs,
Chris
8.08.2010
HDC day 15- pictures, weigh in and vote for your favorite outfit...
Hey all,
first up..
great day exercise wise.
first up..
great day exercise wise.
I didn't walk outside as it was HOT and then it was WINDY and then it was SHOOTING LIGHTENING BOLTS.
So, I went to the gym.
I did one mile and then thought...I hate the treadmill.
Then I did another mile and a half and called it a day.
my calories are in and under 1500.
burn though.
250 calories.
The good news.
I woke up this morning at 150 lbs.
On the cusp of a new decade in weight loss.
I don't remember the 140's...at all.
Never in my life do I recall being a hundred forty anything.
I was 138 in highschool...got up to 156 (next time I weighed myself).
Then I joined the army and the next time I weighed myself I was 136.
Then I met my husband
Never in my life do I recall being a hundred forty anything.
I was 138 in highschool...got up to 156 (next time I weighed myself).
Then I joined the army and the next time I weighed myself I was 136.
Then I met my husband
I was 139...got pregnant.
They didn't weight me the first 6 months.
I know...I know.
I weighed in and I was 163.
The lowest I have been since then is now...150 lbs.
They didn't weight me the first 6 months.
I know...I know.
I weighed in and I was 163.
The lowest I have been since then is now...150 lbs.
I am hoping to be 149 within the next four or five days.
I am 18 pounds from goal guys.
18 pounds.
I am so happy about that.
It looks surreal on my weight bar.
18 pounds.
That is nothing.
That is one pound 18 times.
I have already lost 112 lbs.
phssssssstttt.
watch out 18 lbs. I am about to kick your @ss.
So...
Pics.
first up red dress (and new haircut!)
As always...Click to enlarge
As always...Click to enlarge
Next up
gray shirt black skirt...
So You vote, I wear.
Well, That is about all guys.
Will be back tomorrow with a full report.
Big hugs,
Chris
8.07.2010
Saturday snark.....Please shut up...
Hello all It's HDC day 14..tomorrow is weigh in.
As for the title.
Do you ever have times when you wish the world would just SHUT UP.
People like to talk.
Heck, I like to talk.
I listen to talk radio.
I watch the news.
I talk to people on the phone.
But, the older I get, the less I want to say.
I often, in the middle of sentence, think
"Why am I even talking about this?"
or I ask myself
"Am I really having this conversation?"
I can see me in twenty years, sitting and letting everyone blather and never uttering a word.
Sometimes I think half of all spoken words are for the mere benefit of filling up the air or just plain mindless babble.
I think people think approximately half as much as they talk.
When they should talk half as much as they think.
That maybe, perhaps...They should not speak unless they have something to contribute.
Which means washington should be silent approximately 90 percent of the time...The other ten percent of their shlock should be put through a bull sh*t machine and anybody spewing some should recieve random electric shocks.
These people rarely contribute anything but more problems.
They make broad assumptions.
They use pat catchphrases like"best for the country as a whole' and wander around calling random events a "Wake up call".
I watch tv at the gym and the sheer amount of self congratulatory speech is sickening.
How many awards shows can there be?
If the prerequisite for speech were that the words must be kind, factual and relevent, educated and thoughtful...and most of all NECCESSARY !
I think the peace and quiet factor would go up exponentially.
And so...with that thought in mind..
I leave you with a clip that always makes me laugh...
I just wanted to say that,
lololol,
Chris out.
As for the title.
Do you ever have times when you wish the world would just SHUT UP.
People like to talk.
Heck, I like to talk.
I listen to talk radio.
I watch the news.
I talk to people on the phone.
But, the older I get, the less I want to say.
I often, in the middle of sentence, think
"Why am I even talking about this?"
or I ask myself
"Am I really having this conversation?"
I can see me in twenty years, sitting and letting everyone blather and never uttering a word.
Sometimes I think half of all spoken words are for the mere benefit of filling up the air or just plain mindless babble.
I think people think approximately half as much as they talk.
When they should talk half as much as they think.
That maybe, perhaps...They should not speak unless they have something to contribute.
Which means washington should be silent approximately 90 percent of the time...The other ten percent of their shlock should be put through a bull sh*t machine and anybody spewing some should recieve random electric shocks.
These people rarely contribute anything but more problems.
They make broad assumptions.
They use pat catchphrases like"best for the country as a whole' and wander around calling random events a "Wake up call".
I watch tv at the gym and the sheer amount of self congratulatory speech is sickening.
How many awards shows can there be?
If the prerequisite for speech were that the words must be kind, factual and relevent, educated and thoughtful...and most of all NECCESSARY !
I think the peace and quiet factor would go up exponentially.
And so...with that thought in mind..
I leave you with a clip that always makes me laugh...
I just wanted to say that,
lololol,
Chris out.
8.06.2010
HDC Day 13- I got a haircut.
Hey all,
Well, today was back to the gym..
It was an awesome day at the gym.
I did my sit ups which included some lower abdominal ones that a friend recommended.
(Thanks Mary)
And I did my hour on the elliptical.
I did my upper body weights...
I would say I burned at least 650 cals.
My calories for the day came in at 1520...
an oops with some buttered crackers.
oops.
lol.
I love me some butter crackers (as helen has noticed)
These have taken the place of my popcorn.
Because I can stop eating crackers.
Not popcorn.
The rest was 'the usual'.
yogurt, a burrito with latortilla tortilla and low fat cheese and beef.
And a sweet potato with walnuts and butter..and of course the crackers and butter.
And my coffee...I blame it all on the crackers.
So.... I got a hair cut and I don't have a picture of my haircut, yet
hOld on.....
okay, so I am here typing my blog and my sophie is yiddering at me about this boy she 'has a crush on'...and she told her 'bff' who told LYDIA WHO TOLD DANNY...
That she liked him..how will she face him..(hands waving in the air)
So while I am digesting all this drama..
Sophie says "it's like rumors, only without the room'.
I will stop laughing later.
anywhoozle.
Back to the haircut.
I decide to get a real one...(not the one I usually get at kiddie cutters cause I'm there.)
I go the veda salon.
very nice.
It's a little expensive but they always do a good job, that and they wash your hair then give you a scalp massage before cutting your hair.
They also ask you if you would like some coffee or tea or some lemon water...
I say coffee and while I am standing right there she MAKES ME MY COFFEE.
I mean, pours it, and gets the stuff and stirs it...hands it to me and takes me to my chair and PUTS MY FEET ON A STOOL While I am sitting waiting to get my hair washed.
Also you tell them what you want them to do with your hair and they listen.
It isn't the usual "well, I thought I would have some layers here' and then they cut two inches off and call it a day..
They really want to know.
But I am a big listener.
I have no idea what would suit me.
So I say
I have no idea really.
But I do want my hair to have some height and I do want it to come forward and frame my face and I don't want bulk at the bottom.
(so regardless of what I say, I do know what I want ;o) lol)
So she says
OKAY PERFECT
and then she starts whacking away.
I don't mean little snips here and there.
I mean big whacking gobs of hair.
I was getting a little concerned.
So once edward scissorhands is done eliminating great swaths of hair..
She says
We will blow dry and then 'clean it up and texturize'.
She blows it out and I have my reservations.
It looks a bit like a glorified mullet.
Then she takes the scissors that thin your hair and once again..
Big gobs of hair.
I have a lot of hair.
All the sudden it goes from glorified mullet to 'hairstyle'.
It's a hair STYLE.
not a haircut.
Her name is courtney and I will be going back.
It looked so good that when I told my husband it cost 60 bucks he saiid
"A good haircut is worth it'.
This from the man who couldn't believe a loaf of bread costs 2.80 cents.
I like it..my husband and I and this haircut and perhaps the red dress will be going out to dinner on Wednesday to Carrabas...
So I will have my oldest take a p
I think I will have a little vote.
I have two outfits....
So I will take pics and you all can tell me which is the best one.
Deal?
Hope you all had a great day!
Big hugs,
chris
Well, today was back to the gym..
It was an awesome day at the gym.
I did my sit ups which included some lower abdominal ones that a friend recommended.
(Thanks Mary)
And I did my hour on the elliptical.
I did my upper body weights...
I would say I burned at least 650 cals.
My calories for the day came in at 1520...
an oops with some buttered crackers.
oops.
lol.
I love me some butter crackers (as helen has noticed)
These have taken the place of my popcorn.
Because I can stop eating crackers.
Not popcorn.
The rest was 'the usual'.
yogurt, a burrito with latortilla tortilla and low fat cheese and beef.
And a sweet potato with walnuts and butter..and of course the crackers and butter.
And my coffee...I blame it all on the crackers.
So.... I got a hair cut and I don't have a picture of my haircut, yet
hOld on.....
okay, so I am here typing my blog and my sophie is yiddering at me about this boy she 'has a crush on'...and she told her 'bff' who told LYDIA WHO TOLD DANNY...
That she liked him..how will she face him..(hands waving in the air)
So while I am digesting all this drama..
Sophie says "it's like rumors, only without the room'.
I will stop laughing later.
anywhoozle.
Back to the haircut.
I decide to get a real one...(not the one I usually get at kiddie cutters cause I'm there.)
I go the veda salon.
very nice.
It's a little expensive but they always do a good job, that and they wash your hair then give you a scalp massage before cutting your hair.
They also ask you if you would like some coffee or tea or some lemon water...
I say coffee and while I am standing right there she MAKES ME MY COFFEE.
I mean, pours it, and gets the stuff and stirs it...hands it to me and takes me to my chair and PUTS MY FEET ON A STOOL While I am sitting waiting to get my hair washed.
Also you tell them what you want them to do with your hair and they listen.
It isn't the usual "well, I thought I would have some layers here' and then they cut two inches off and call it a day..
They really want to know.
But I am a big listener.
I have no idea what would suit me.
So I say
I have no idea really.
But I do want my hair to have some height and I do want it to come forward and frame my face and I don't want bulk at the bottom.
(so regardless of what I say, I do know what I want ;o) lol)
So she says
OKAY PERFECT
and then she starts whacking away.
I don't mean little snips here and there.
I mean big whacking gobs of hair.
I was getting a little concerned.
So once edward scissorhands is done eliminating great swaths of hair..
She says
We will blow dry and then 'clean it up and texturize'.
She blows it out and I have my reservations.
It looks a bit like a glorified mullet.
Then she takes the scissors that thin your hair and once again..
Big gobs of hair.
I have a lot of hair.
All the sudden it goes from glorified mullet to 'hairstyle'.
It's a hair STYLE.
not a haircut.
Her name is courtney and I will be going back.
It looked so good that when I told my husband it cost 60 bucks he saiid
"A good haircut is worth it'.
This from the man who couldn't believe a loaf of bread costs 2.80 cents.
I like it..my husband and I and this haircut and perhaps the red dress will be going out to dinner on Wednesday to Carrabas...
So I will have my oldest take a p
I think I will have a little vote.
I have two outfits....
So I will take pics and you all can tell me which is the best one.
Deal?
Hope you all had a great day!
Big hugs,
chris
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