Farewell old friend
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Though the body and mind are all going south, the one attribute that has never let me down is my hair. Remember this?
So I say: CELEBRATE THE HAIR! Sure, you may be sick of me mentioning it, but when it’s the only thing you’ve got, you just have to GRAB HOLD OF IT.
I see my hair dresser every six weeks for a trim and a color BECAUSE… I am going pretty gray.
There. I said it.
To the naked eye my hair appears blond. Upon further inspection you will see significantly darker hair underneath. AND YET, that is not all – apparently there is a third color she uses to cover my gray.
So I often get asked, “What is your natural color?” To which I reply:
I have no idea.
Whenever my hair dresser starts chatting up the amount of gray in my head I say, “Less talking! More coloring!”
As I’ve said, things are starting to go sour a lot in the mind/body region of my life. For example, today when I took a shower and washed my hair, I got out, dried myself, took my hair out of the towel, and as my face was feeling rather tight, I generously applied lotion all over my face.
No I didn’t.
THIS is what I put on my face:
You can see my confusion, right? I had just taken my hair out of the towel you see, and then I …
Oh forget it. There is really no satisfying reason I did this. But I must say…
My face is very smooth.
Example 2: I’m a pretty impatient person generally – at least when it comes to eating. And drinking I guess. I just want to be DONE with it. So I hurry. And I have developed…
A drinking problem:
I swear I always have a wet spot on my chest.
OH – a follow up to the colonoscopy (a SURE sign everything is going to crap): I told my doctor that my husband’s doctor told him he had the colon of a 20-year-old, “And we’re very competitive.” He said, “Yours is 19. Maybe 18.”
Anyway, since the rest of me is falling apart, I embrace the fact that my hair grows well. And I have been letting it.
Because I can.
And…it’s getting rather long. Now, keep in mind I am NOT tipping my head back (I kind of wish I would have…this photo almost looks like I’m looking down. THE POINT – my hair is long).
I believe it’s time to quit and return to a more normal length. Why? You might ask…
Weird things are happening.
Like, I’m starting to find food in my hair at the end of the day. (Notice – NOT hair in my food…though that happens as well – gross.) Not “cool” food like broccoli or broiled chicken.
More like… Ice cream. Peanut butter. Melted chocolate. Honey.
So I’m binge eating. Don’t judge.
It’s also getting stuck in weird places. Like when I work out and it’s in a pony tail, it sometimes gets stuck in my armpit. And I have to pull it out.
I’m not joking.
When I sit in a chair or on a bench, I lean back and it gets stuck behind me and I can’t tip my head forward.
So, I realize, that just as my body/mind is abandoning me, so must my hair depart. Not because it has let me down, but because I have let it down.
Farewell long tresses. Monday, it’s back to normal.
P.S. You may think I have no arms. Oh yes I do. They are fat. Therefore, they are in front of me. Also, I will still have long hair. Just losing about 4-6 inches.