You know you're fat when you can't even get in your "fat clothes"

I know this is a digression from the oh so exciting "how's my hair doing" banter. But it's just on my mind so, there you go. I accepted the new job in Chicago. With that, as I had been working from home for six years, I didn't have much of a wardrobe. So, I bit the bullet and went shopping. To my dismay, wearing sweats and stretch pants for so long had made me less conscious of my weight. I had gained a dress size and I couldn't even pull off the smaller size. So, I took a big gulp and just purchased a bunch of clothes one size up. Now those don't fit and I can't even fake it. I've gained an additional ten pounds from just the stress of the move, eating poorly, and avoiding clothes with buttons. Now, I can only fit into my sweater dresses and expandable waistband clothes. With that said reality, I went back to gym. But what I didn't expect was how much the extra weight made working out so much harder. It could be my age too. Usually, if I've fallen off the workout bandwagon, I can get back on fairly easily. But then again, I never had rolls of fat around my waist like I do now. The elliptical, something I could do regularly last year, was so challenging I had to get off. The only thing I seem to be able to do with some regularity is walk. I am foolishly going to try to do tae bo. Mainly because I've always loved it. If, for some reason, that proves too challenging, I know I've stepped into unchartered territory with my weight and it will be a real struggle to lose it.

Just had to share...not sure why, though.

10 Months

My scalp is killing me. I love the way she does my hair, but am I in pain...and this is after two alleves before I left. Unfortunately, I may have to depart with her as a consultant. Money is beyond tight and I'm not going to be able to afford her. It's a splurge though and I'm not sure it's a necessary splurge.

I call this my sexy, one-eye look!

My hair...I'm finally feeling the length and it's fun. I love my new sexy, one-eye look. It makes me feel kewl. Fresh. Fun. Raw. Natural. Not the 42-year-old lost her mojo mother of two that I am. I can't believe my hair is natural and this long. Never in my life. LOVE it!