This was a note in my Facebook profile but Sheldon wanted me to put it here too.

I’ve been profoundly aware lately that I’m getting old. In my vain attempts to slow this natural process; I’ll mention later why they are in vain, I am realizing that the old adage “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” is applicable to me. Yes, admittedly, I am ‘boring’ in my fashion sense, in that I am not at all current in style. Yes, I’ve had the same hairstyle for 15 years, and yes, I’m 15 pounds away from my pre pregnancy weight. So freaking what! In my valiant effort to get into shape, bring my hair into this decade and find some new clothes, I feel like I’ve aged another five years over the last few weeks! Here’s a brief overview.

A few weeks ago I decided to join weight watchers. Although I am not militant about adhering to the point system and watching my intake, I felt like I was making some progress. Yesterday at work a co-worker asked me if I was pregnant. :( Last week I was doing some sit ups and ended up wrenching my back. I had to call in sick for work to go to physio the next day. I finally got a whole afternoon to myself the other day to go shopping! I think I went to five different stores (not in the same mall) and walked away with nothing but a near empty tank of gas.

OH, I did get a new pair of PJ’s, but while washing them for the first time, a pen I had left in my uniform pocket exploded in the dryer, so they are now tie dye, along with all the other clothes in the dryer (mostly Sheldon’s). And the real icing on the cake, I finally bit the bullet and made an appt for my hair! It was an anxious week as I waited excitedly for the big day. I came loaded with information about the various options for my hair texture, face shape ect. One hundred and twenty six dollars later, the general concensus ( among my female co-workers) is that I go back and have it re-colored. Nobody even noticed I got highlites. I’m not sure if it was overproccesed from the color, but it’s so frizzy it looks like I got one of those really bad perms from the 80’s. Fortunately I can still put it in a ponytail, so that will be my new sexy look for the summer. Either that or I can have what’s left of the hair I still have all cut off. I’m starting to think Brittney had the right idea by shaving it all off.

On a positive note, I got a pedicure, and it rocks! So, the moral here is that there is absolutely nothing wrong with an overweight, tee-shirt and jean wearing, long, curly haired me! I’m not sure I’ll ever really buy into any of that crap but I’ll keep telling myself that. At least until my hair grows back anyway. :)

That is the end of my rant.