I usually have my sister cut and color my hair when I visit her in Alabama, but it's been a while and my hair was getting heavy and long. Mid back kind of long, so I made an appointment at the closest salon to my house. When I arrived, they suggested I go in to the bathroom to take off my top and put on a robe to keep my clothes clean and dry. This used to be a moment of fear and disappointment for me because I was always too big for the robes that these salons have. But I told myself , 'just see' . Took off my top and hung it up next to the other top that was hung there . Picked out a nice dark blue robe and there was that moment of "will it fit?"
It fit fine with room to spare..yea!
I get relaxed and sleepy while my hair gets done, so that is always nice. I hear about the new fashion thing with feathers and beads woven in the hair and I'm thinking..Bo Derek? The movie "10"? Then I hear about the little old lady that comes in twice a week that has Alzheimer's who stripped naked while under the dryer last week. OMG. Then, I head back to change back in to my top and ..wait..where's my top?. Absconded! Yep, someone took my Walmart purple Just my Size shirt. How weird? The salon folks figured out who it might be since she had just changed . A 20 something young women who apparently is extremely embarrassed. I was squired away and oohed and ahhed about the shampoos so as not to embarrass her as she goes in the bathroom to take my top off. Turns out she had taken off her shirt, put on my shirt, and then put on the gown. Weird. What was she thinking? And now my little story will be a story told at the beauty salon another time.
Hair cut goes well and I'm less about 4 inches and she's blown it out straight which is cool since my hair is naturally curly and wavy. It stayed nice and straight until I took a shower and then Womp! Curls!...something like the scene in the movie "The Help".......which reminds me,
My friend and I had lunch at Paneras-a cup of lemon chicken orzo soup at 130 calories was wonderful and a half a turkey bacon sammi on tomato basil bread. I heart Paneras. No baked goods. Then to the movie "The Help" and I enjoyed it. I was born in 1962 and lived in Alabama which is the time period and probably identical visually to the location of the movie. I haven't read the book, but I enjoyed the movie. Yet it also , as do many things, made my heart sad and angry and brought up a lot of memories. Now I'm not sure I can read the book. What was very familiar to me, was alien to my friend who is from Ohio so that sparked some good conversations over Froyo. I don't feel old (except my knees), but when I remember things from my childhood it seems like I'm ancient.
Other than all that, this is something of a eh' weekend, but at least I wasn't 'working for the man'. We are on Flea patrol in this household and are taking multiple measures against the buggers. I'm about to vacuum the carpet again.
My ortho appointment is tomorrow. Scared, glad, arggghh..Also,I feel like I have to prepare my little speech for the doc. Ready to get back to my usual life now, please. My knees are hurting pretty bad and walking has been a cautious adventure. This is craziness. I could run and Zumba and do whatever with little to no pain just a few weeks ago. My worrying mind starts projecting bad things when I let it. sigh.
Food wise -things have been good, healthy, lots of fruit and veg and less processed foods. Until Saturday, when I had a sudden chicken biscuit obsession at 6 in the evening....I bombed with carb and fat at dinner (I was freaked out by my knees and seeing people using walkers and projecting.) Sunday -back on track and no biscuits.
Exercise wise: I walked from the parking lot to the movie theater and then afterward I had to be picked up at the door. Walked from the truck to church and back and then in to Publix for milk and a few things. Seriously. That's it. I will be doing some sitting down weight training later or tomorrow. When I was 345lbs I counted grocery store walking as exercise because it truly was for my body.
One day at a time
That's weird about your knees having such a sudden drastic change. Let's hope its something simple with an easy solution.
ReplyDeleteSo interesting about you living in Alabama during that time period. For some reason, I placed the time period as before I was born (what's wrong with me, the political stuff made it clear.) I think its almost unbelievable to me that people were treated so very poorly within my life time. But of course, it continues on today all over the world. Your description of how it made your heart sad and angry is a good description of how it makes me feel.