After my dentist's appointment, I decided, on a whim, to get all (well, most) of my hair cut off. So I went to this salon that a coworker recommended and dropped $42 (plus a $5 tip) to have several inches of my hair chopped off. (Was that enough of a tip? I never know how much to tip hair stylists. I'm a great tipper in restaurants, but I freeze up everywhere else.) She did ask right before she started cutting if I was sure she wanted to cut that much off. Apparently, some people panic once she starts cutting. That night I got out a box of hair dye that I had stashed under the sink and got rid of some of the gray.
But the best part ... the best part is that in the past seven days, I went to the gym six times. SIX TIMES, MOTHERFUCKER! That is amazing for me. (As regular readers may know, I have been going to the gym with increasing regularity since the beginning of the year, but I finally feel like I am turning some sort of corner and really making it an important part of my life.) And since I added strength training as part of the routine a few weeks ago, I already feel like I am toning up a little ... I find myself feeling up my own triceps or calf muscles and convincing myself that, yes, yes, they do feel firmer! Why, I am practically buff! Ripped! Maybe even, pretty!
Of course, today I plan to head down to DC for the Capital Pride Parade so I'm sure all the buff and tanned and barely dressed bodies I will see there will remind me that I still have a ways to go. But that's all right. Happy Pride everyone! Have a gay old time!
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