I have an appointment tomorrow morning to get my hair cut.
First time I’ll have to myself since winter break started. Gracious I’m super over the snow. I need a walk.
I cut it all off two years ago and totally regretted it. I’m going for the same length. Looking back, it looked better than I feel now. It’ll grow back.
I feel my worst.
I’m fat, I feel fat. I’m bigger than I’ve ever been not including pregnancy. I‘m out of shape. I don’t know how to get back in. I consume too many calories from alcohol and almond milk.
I might dye my hair also- I vowed I wouldn’t. Claimed that I was okay with naturally aging, but it seems the consensus around me doesn’t agree. Apparently I’m “not 60,” or so I’ve been told. Thing is, my hair doesn’t care. Only my internet friends, my enablers, think grey is okay.
When you hate everything is:
a) The best time to write a blog
b) The worst time to write a blog
c) Swallow that shit whole, eat a cookie, look at puppy videos.