Weight A Minute: The Kitchen Sink v15

HBL and I went to the DMV the other day to take care of some things, including changing the address on our driver's licenses because of our move.

We were filling out the change of address form, when I noticed a particular bit of information that needed to be filled in: WEIGHT.

Dreadful question.

Isn't weight subjective? I mean, one outfit may make me look heavier than another, one color could make me look thinner than something else...? So what if my driver's license claims that I've been the same weight since high school?

Oh, wait. Right. I'm not fooling anyone: I've had two children. And I'm in my 30s. And every day I look into the mirror, my metabolism says to me, "Hey, you know, I was thinking, I'm gonna take it easy and slow down a bit more today, okay?"

..........

I changed the number on the form. Now I'm only ten pounds off.

Zing!

The sink:

White Pants - WW

With an almost 4-year-old in tow, I don't know why I even bother with white pants.

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Cutting My Own Hair

I cut my hair.

By myself.

I know.

But I was so done with my boring, Plain Jane hairstyle!

I had YouTubed "how to cut your own hair" videos once before and, surprise, surprise, jacked my hair up pretty bad. Of course, I vowed to NEVER do it again and to find a real stylist like Dumb Mom from parenting BY dummies, who found her Stylist Soulmate (luuucky!), but there I was, YouTube-ing away, ready to suffer a bad hair cut by my own hand again.

I sat there watching video after video, trying to psyche myself out. Finally, after thirty minutes, I got my shears (and my nerve) and went to town.

I was surprised by how easy it was this time around. And how liberating. Cutting my own hair is so risky! But guess what? It actually turned out pretty awesome - with layers and everything! I just may do it again!