This week I am making lemonade. Figuratively, at least. Over the weekend I finally stopped procrastinating and went to get a much-needed haircut. Let me tell you about my seeminly incessant issues with getting a good haircut; I get it that I don't have the easiest cut, and inverted bob with an undercut, but this cut has gained popularity recently and even if it hadn't, a bob is a classical cut that any stylist worth their salt should be able to make happen. I willl further grant that I usually put it off so long that I just end up going to a place that takes walk-ins. Most places do take walk-ins. You know who doesn't take walk-ins? Places that know what they're doing.
So I go to this place in an old mall, I've been there before and gotten a great cut. It's a little pricier but I'm willing to pay it for a good cut. I get another errand done while waiting for my turn, then as soon as I get back to the shop a man takes me back to start my shampoo. He barely speaks and seems irritated or upset about something. I try to make small talk, which he ignores and argues with a coworker who thinks he inappropriately booked appointments. I feel a little stressed out just getting my shampoo done, but figure, the last few times they have not cut it as short as I want and it ends up feeling heavy and sloppy, so anything has to be better. I show him the picture I've taken from Pinterest of the exact haircut I want, which is pretty close to what I've already been wearing, just a little shorter on the sides.
So, my lemoade is that. There are so many worse things in life than a bad haircut. I am just really happy I have really cute glasses to make up for it. And, luckily my hair grows pretty fast. When I was thinking about how the last time someone cut layers by my face (which always ends up sticking out funny because of my glasses) it took more than a year for it to grow back out to the point where they blended into the cut how I wanted, I was really upset, but I reminded myself that there were many points along the way where I made it work and it still looked cute enough. It's not cancer. It's not a horrible car accident. It's not a loved one being sick, it's freaking hair! I still make it look pretty OK, and that is my lemonade.
This month's ovulation is tougher than usual, making me have cravings and draining me of energy. The Butterfinger mini's I got for my kids are talking to me from the high shelf in the cupboard, but I know I am only listening because they are there, not because I truly want them. The desire for a Butterfinger did not come on it's own, but because it was in the house. Any other sweet treat would have had the same pull. I haven't had any and don't plan to, but I noticed the cravings more, and it's been a while since I've had to deal with it. I kept myself busy, and when I got hungry I munched on peanuts or nut butters, the extra fat helps me feel satisfied when I'm wanting sugars.
So that is my brief, not-very-weight-related post.