I got a haircut today. (Please disregard the ten year old Costco men's XXL sweatshirt- it's pajamas!) In an effort to pay more attention to my own needs I suddenly realized that the reason why every time I brushed out my hair there was a big old rats nest of tangled dread lock hair behind my head is because I think my last haircut was in the fall. So, I went down to the salon (admit it, you thought I was going to say barber shop!!) and got myself a swingy new cut. And in a little "I will make myself be heard" victory, I finally admitted to my hairdresser of the last decade that the smell of her mousse makes me so nauseous that I rewash my hair before bed each time so I don't puke. She had a different one on hand that smelled nice. I don't use mousse. I'm a basics kind of girl. I used to use only shampoo. Then we moved to the land of rock hard water and I started to use conditioner too. But Mousse? You're kidding me!
This is day 2 of no sugar! I was feeling even less queasy today, so I wanted to eat, and I did, and nothing but was unreasonable other than a hefty portion of home made salad that I threw together for lunch. But, you know, a girl like me can get herself in trouble with grilled chicken and some fruit, and nuts, and goat cheese (I'm not buying that again! too tempting) You get the drift. You know those salads that end up being 2,000 calories by the end? Well, maybe it wasn't that bad. I didn't measure. I gotta start measuring again.
Yesterday I saw the EMDR therapist and today I saw the new new undead therapist, we talked about mostly the same things, and I am getting the feeling that he is getting frustrated with me talking in circles. He gave me a bit of a "shit or get off the pot" speech and then I admitted to something that I never admitted to before because to me it seemed so freaking selfish, and he was thrilled to hear my admission because it meant that I was healthy. I need to open my eyes over here. I don't want my kids to think of me as some kind of martyr. Do I seem martyrish to you? Don't answer that. I know I'm being vague.
Next topic: One day the husband brought ME (aka: the plant killer) an orchid for no reason. I provided that orchid with my standard issue slow but steady plant death which actually took about a month, that is 3 1/2 weeks longer than how fast I can kill any other kind of plant. I wasn't really sad to see that orchid go to the great orchid beyond because the pressure of keeping this plant alien that can't cry or ask for water was simply incredible. Once that poor doomed orchid dropped it's last petal I did a secret celebration dance. The pressure was off. Yesterday Kitten showed up at my house with another orchid because she saw the withered orchid next to my sink and wanted to give me a little something with a card thanking me for taking over the party for her. Wah!
Psyched! I got new running shoes today! There was a new running store near my new new undead therapist and they special ordered a pair of anti-pronating ankle saving boats sneakers for me and when I got on the videotaped treadmill for a run my ankles looked like they could survive a marathon in those new sneaks. I can't wait to go for a run. Maybe tomorrow, except the forecast is cool and rainy. Maybe Thursday! Also, I got a running belt that holds two oddly shaped water bottles and has a pocket I can put my iphone (must have tunes!) and a poop bag into. I miss the pocket of my sweatshirts. I will hold my breath and run in a dorky water/phone/baggie holding belt (around my waist! accents the jelly rolls!) all in the sake of dammit I am going to run around that whole lake this summer and my ankles/knees/hips better shut up and enjoy it!
Lilsis says that isn't a good photo of me. Aaaawww.
Love the new hair cut. :)
I have new running shoes to test out too! If only the weather would cooperate on a day when I actually have time to get out the door.
Posted by: Julie | June 09, 2010 at 01:36 AM
"I provided that orchid with my standard issue slow but steady plant death" <----spit my coffee out laughing. Apparently the key to our "faults" being glorified is making them funny.
p.s. your hair looks great. stop wearing sweatshirts to sleep in. I challenge you to buy something say....a bit more ....girly.
Posted by: Kristy | June 09, 2010 at 10:26 AM
OMG...the new orchid...that cracked me up. Just what you did not want. It was a nice gesture, of course.
Good haircut. Funny about the mousse. I think we are more and more alike the more I read about you. I DO use a product or two on my hair when I get around to washing it...but, am not happy about it. LOL
I live on a corner lot on a semi-busy street (well...that is all relative to the small town we are in..but we do get quite a bit of drive-by traffic). Sometimes I just HATE the pressure of trying to make sure the yard looks presentable (read: un-white-trashish). I have planted tons of crap (plants) that come back every year so I do not have to mess with it much. I put new bark (aka "beauty nuggets" according to the bag....lol) out yesterday at the far corner (which is also home to a stopsign and utility boxes that I somehow have to make look "presentable"). A field of thistles is somehow NOT ok....so I have to make sure this wide expanse of lawn and flower beds along both the fron and side of the house look somewhat decent. Anyway...I feel your plant pain. My yard looks fantastic today (14 year old mowed it yesterday and I pulled some weeds and got that dumb bark out there)....but....the anxiety sets in because I know if I am not out there once a week or so it will SO go to hell in a handbasket quite quickly. Part of me does not give a rat's ass...and the other part of me is horrified at the thought. I am sure a therapist would have a great time with me. LOL
Posted by: greta | June 09, 2010 at 12:24 PM
Julie- I had some hope for this afternoon, but it's pouring here. Tomorrow the forecast says showers in the afternoon, so I am thinking I might get an AM run in.
Kristy- I don't sleep in the sweat shirt, it just covers me up as I flit around the house. Girlie? I have Betty Boop bottoms from Target. Does that count?
Greta- I hear you on the yard. When we had to re-landscape utopia my mantra was "There is a difference between between low maintenance and NO maintenance, I need NO maintenance." I don't mow or weed or anything like that. The closest I come to yard work is picking the blueberries off of the wild blueberry bushes on our property.
Posted by: clickmom | June 09, 2010 at 04:45 PM