When you least expect it… I was down 2.6 lbs this week. Why? I have absolutely no idea. But I’m taking it. Symbolically, it’s a big one, because it brings me down under the 200 mark — into “onederland,” as they say. Maybe it was because I was ill this week and didn’t have a huge appetite. Anyway, just trying to keep the momentum going.
Got my hair cut today, too. Aargh, it’s short. I showed the haircutter lady a picture but she didn’t exactly abide by it. It’s OK in front, but in the back there’s basically nothing there. Oh, well. It’ll certainly be easier to deal with than the mop I had before. I probably look like a butch lesbian — just in time for a bunch of work events and a trip to visit family in Scotland — but it’ll grow out. This was my first haircut since before having the baby. I was reaching the post-partum period where your hair starts to fall out (this because none falls out during the pregnancy), so it was getting pretty annoying and yucky.