Chop Job
I hate my new hair cut. It looked sort of cute yesterday, though it was too thin. It made me look kind of ugly.
Today? Oh. My. God.
FUGLY.
I did it exactly like the girl told me, but I think I put too much creative paste on it. It looks greasy and flat. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
In the spirit of making the whole family look like they’d been to the butcher, I gave Erik a hair cut myself tonight. I don’t know who is more sorry looking, me or him. He was looking ok until I decided I needed to trim down the weird V on the back of his neck. I picked a too short clip guard and made a mess of randomness on the back of his head. I think Mike would like to kill me or at least totally shave Erik’s head. Probably the latter. Bad haircuts don’t lead to death sentences in our household.
I went to my Zumba class today, which was probably a mistake. My knee has been complaining all afternoon. I hit 35 and started falling apart. Does it only get worse from here?
Now that my mom is gone I’m going on a simple diet–less calories. Small portions, no snacking. Surely that must do something. We ate like pigs when my mom was here. She is the biggest sugar addict I’ve ever met. I found that a small DQ sundae was more than I could handle. I don’t know how she was eating large ones.
I was talking to a couple of my BodyPump friends and they are having the same problem I am having in regard to pants. Our butts are pumping up, so our pants don’t fit. Not the desired result! A hard ass is nice, but not when it makes you go up in pants sizes. One of my friends is quitting the program. I think I am going to limit the weight on my squats and lunges. They aren’t good for my knees anyway.
Now, when will they come up with something that will harden my abs? Maybe I need to get the Flat Belly Diet book. I hear dark chocolate is a component.