Just a few days before Christmas I got a sassy new haircut. It’s a little bit shorter than I wanted. And has taken some getting use to. I’ve never had my hair this short. And I’ve never felt sassier. It’s the kind of haircut that requires one wear red lipstick. Even to Wal•Mart. And I’ve never been a red lipstick type of gal.
But all that’s changed.
For Christmas, Fiddledaddy bought me a new pair of sassy reading glasses. They are red. With rhinestones. It’s well documented that I abhor wearing my reading glasses. I find it easier to squint at my computer screen, and lean so far back in the chair to achieve focus that I topple backwards. Leaving me with a whole new set of problems. I blame my grammatical errors and spelling mishaps on my inability to place the glasses on my nose and over my largish ears.
Now you know.
But all that’s changed as well. I love my new red rhinestone glasses. Fiddledaddy also got me a pair of pink wire rimmed spectacles as well. I guess he has grown tired of collecting me from the floor.
I wish the photograph showed me wearing my new red rhinestone glasses. The picture was taken on Christmas Day at my SIL’s house. I wore the glasses in to the party so that all could get the full affect of my sassy new makeover. But alas, when one wears their reading glasses, that are only meant for reading, while walking, it tends to distort focus a smidge. I ended up in the shrubbery. So I 86ed the glasses before the photograph.
High fashion comes with a price tag.
And since I sort of have it goin’ on from the neck up, it should also be noted that I’m back at the gym. I’ve been reluctant to discuss it, for fear I would quit. And be left with egg on my face. And cellulite on my butt. When the going gets tough, I often curl up on the sofa with a pair of Hostess Cupcakes.
And that, my friends, has changed as well. For almost 2 months now, I’ve been hitting the gym at 5:15 AM, people, AM, 3 times a week. And now, it’s been bumped up to 4 times a week.
Because evidently, Rum Balls are fattening. And addictive. Who knew.
And hold onto your hats folks. I LIKE WORKING OUT NOW. I know. And it’s not the rum talking. I have always been a self-professed hater of anything exercise related. But something really odd is happening. I’m not losing weight. It’s not about the weight anymore. I’m getting stronger.
We do about 20 minutes of cardio (treadmill, bike, and stair climber) and 45 minutes or so of a DVD series called “P90X- Extreme Home Fitness”. After the first week, I prayed for death. But then, my stamina increased. And I started to ENJOY THE WORKOUT.
Color me shocked.
My makeover has done wonders for my self esteem. I was getting use to feeling all housewifey and frumpy. I’m sure none of y’all know anything about that! Finally. FINALLY, I’m taking steps to feel better. I know that if I feel good on the inside, everything else will fall into place.
The next thing I need to tackle is my closet. I have a moment of dread each time the doorbell rings, that it’s the folks from “What Not To Wear”.
And I’ll be wearing my pink Tigger overalls. On national TV.
But, I need to pace myself. My inability to part with old out of date clothes will be a post for another time.
Titled “I Have Underwear That Are Older Than My Children.”
Riveting, to be sure.
Well, I’m off to throw on some red lipstick so I can sashay out to the mailbox. Y’all have a wonderful weekend!