Well, On Tuesday, June 29th, My hair gal Joyce was kind enough to come on over to not only cut my hair but Cylers as well. I took a few shots of me with my long hair one last time in the morning. It was the kind of day that I had to stop thinking about what I was about to do. I feared I would flake, only having her trim it up instead of hack it off. The more I sat and thought about it, the more it felt like a sin to cut. The more I felt like I was Brittney losing it in a mall with a set of clippers in my hand. EEP!
I'm emotionally attached to my hair. I've struggled with my weight since I was 9 and body image problems since middle school. When your a chubby chub chubs it's easy to hid behind your long ass hair. It was my security blanket. The longest layer of it had just reached my waistline. Jason loved tugging it all over the place. Cyler loved brushing it. They both loved playing with it.
Well.
Now it's gone. It's gone and you know what? It's so damn liberating. It's so damn awesome. That security blanket of mine was weighing me down, in more ways than just the physical weight. I've been busting my ass in getting back to my pre-pregnancy weight and now without those long locks to hide behind I'm working even harder on resurecting my old bod.
For 3 weeks I had been stuck in a plateau. Plateaus suck! You know you're eating right. You know you're busting your butt working out but your body just gets stuck! Well. I kid you not the day after I cut my hair I weighed myself and I had lost 2lbs, all hair no doubt! I pushed myself to do 2.5 miles that day instead of the 1 I usually do. Been hula hooping with Cyler every night which is a blast. We turn on our punk rock and rock out being crazy monkeys and hula hooping until it feels like my hearts going to explode, it's euphoric. I'll tell you one thing, my abs have never been so strong, ever; granted I've still got this gross layer of post-partum-stretched-trying to retract-baby-belly-skin-flab that I doubt will ever go away completely without the help of Dr 90210 but the thought of elective surgery scares the crap out of me so that's just not going to happen. So I continue to work harder, push my harder, and play harder with my monkeys and today I weighed myself again and I am down another two pounds. woot woot. bye bye plateau. bye bye hair.
I was scared I would regret cutting it as soon as it was gone. I was scared I would cut it, and then immediatly focus on growing it out again. Nope. Far from it ladies. I feel like wondergirl. Wondergirl with short hair, and in four weeks, Joyce is coming back to cut it again, and I can tell you now that won't be changing anytime soon.
Love, C.
P.S.: I had no idea so many of you guys would give a rats bum that I was even going to cut my hair, thanks for all the love and support ladies.
P.S.x2: These pictures kinda suck. I hadn't slept much at all the night before, Jason was fussy and didn't give Joyce the opp to style it before she left so this is it right after it dried, and there's a boatload of grays in there. I swear going to Sally's and picking up some Wella is in my immediate future to remedy the grays. I'm just so dang wiped out. But you guys wanted pics so here they are.
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