Busy Day

 Monday & Tuesday exercise:

Monday: Treadmill, 30 mins., 2.3 mph

Tuesday: Skipped the gym, too busy crying over horrid haircut

Monday food:

Breakfast: Bowl of Raisin Bran Crunch w/ Silk Vanilla Soy Milk PLUS Fiber

Lunch: Wendy’s Ceasar Side Salad, Sour Cream & Chive Baked Potato, and Small Frosty.

Dinner: Awesome Asian Chicken Salad that I make.  Fresh spinach, mandarin oranges, and chow mein noodles, tossed with reduced-fat Asian Toasted Sesame dressing, topped with cubed chicken browned in same dressing.  My whole family loves this salad.  Reduced-fat ice cream sandwich for dessert.

Snacks: 2 slices White Wheat toast w/ ICBINB light olive oil spread.

Tuesday food:

Breakfast: Whole wheat bagel w/ light herb-garlic cream cheese. Cran-Raspberry Diet Snapple. 

Lunch: 1/2 package Sweet & Spicy Tuna w/ 2% cottage cheese and Fire-Roasted Tomato Triscuits.  (I’m totally hooked on this new flavor.)  

Dinner (after I’d stopped crying over hair and stress-induced headache and nausea had subsided): Moe’s Southwest Grill burrito-in-a-bowl (meaning no tortilla).  Rice, black beans, marinated grilled tofu, cheese, and extra pico de gallo (so I get a full serving of veggies).   A few tortilla chips.  Ice water.

Snacks: Handful of bite-size Nutter Butter cookies.  Plus lots of Crystal Light to drink all day.

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No update today – I drove my daughter to summer camp, which pretty much took up the whole day.

Haircut

A fuckwit of a hairdresser completely ruined my hair today.  I went in with an adorable angled curly bob with a stacked-wedge back.  It took me YEARS to find a style I liked this much.  And in 10 minutes it was chopped all to hell by an idiot who never should have been let near a pair of scissors. 

I told her I was there for a trim. A TRIM. “Just shape it back up – it’s gotten a little too shaggy.”  She assured me she knew exactly what I wanted.   She further assured me, once she had wet my hair down, that she could see the exact shape of my cut.  Again, she knew exactly what I wanted.

Holy fuck.  My bangs are now 2″ long.  And since my hair is naturally curly, they curl tightly up into my hairline like a poodle.  But here’s the kicker – I DIDN’T FUCKING HAVE BANGS WHEN I WALKED IN TODAY!!!!  My hair in front was down past my nose – it curled into long ringlets that I let fall to the sides of my face.  ALL. GONE. NOW.

 And that’s just my “bangs.”  The whole top of my head isn’t much longer.  My shortest (top) layer started out around the top of my ears (when dry & curly – probably down to the bottom of my ears when wet & straight).  Stupid bitch cut at least 3″ off.   Now I’m left with tight poodle curls all over the top of my head.

I’ve been crying for 5 hours now.  I’m absolutely sick over this.  I have to get my goddamn driver’s license picture taken in a few weeks so I’ll get to live with this horror for the next 7 years.  My 40th birthday is 1 month from tomorrow – I get to go to my own party looking like a fucking poodle.

I’m too sad and sick and disgusted to write about anything else today, except to quickly shatter another fat-people-myth.  When I’m an emotional wreck, like I am at this moment, I can’t even think about eating.  The very thought of food makes me want to puke.  The notion that all fat people are emotional overeaters is bullshit.