My wild side catches up with me every now and then. (This is my toned down, getting older wild side.) I went to the hairdresser on Saturday. She is actually a friend of mine and I was a bit bummed because I still have not found the motivation to lose even an ounce. So, I told her that I wanted 3 colors, I was tired of being hot and I don't like hair on my forehead. I told her she could do whatever she wants. So what did she do? She gave me a fohawk? frohawk? something like that. Whatever it is, it made me laugh out loud every time I look in the mirror. Also, I teach a bunch of Hispanic boys and they are all constantly making sure their rooster hair is sticking straight up, so now I can do the same thing! How cool is that?
However, I do work in a somewhat conservative district.......so today I fixed it differently. It is much more respectful looking. And definitely more boring. Everyone likes it except my friend James. But he doesn't really count.
It really doesn't look bad. Not near as bad as when I tried to do it myself and it came out fluorescent! A few years back I tried to dye it myself. I've always been a bit hair challenged......and I have no idea how it could get messed up so badly, but it actually glowed. A most unbelievable combination of pinks, purples, and oranges. I had to go and get it professionally done, and it took more than one trip to the hairdresser. Ended up costing me a fortune!
Skilled hairdressers are highly underrated. I have learned that it is definitely worth the money. The only thing she is not able to do is make me look 50 pounds lighter like I asked.
I will talk at you soon.......
Alias Mary Smith
Monday, October 25, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Catch 22
My husband and I went to Galveston this last weekend and stayed with a couple who are very good friends of ours. I also brought along another friend with me, someone who keeps me honest and tells it like it is.
We had a great time. We went shopping, ate alot and rode bikes. As I was talking with my friends, I realized what a mess I have gotten myself into with this weight issue. As it is now, I am exhausted when I get home. Granted, teaching is not for the faint of heart, but my goodness, I shouldn't feel like I have been wrestling alligators while trying to outwit Albert Einstein for the last 8 hours! So my solution is to sit in my chair, surf the net and watch TV while I am nothing more than a mouth breather.
I have gotten so out of shape that bending over is a major feat. If I bend over twice AND use the clacker to change channels, then I have completed my daily exercise routine. It sometimes leaves me breathless! Not really, but it is almost that bad.
Anyway, I have let myself go to the point that any exercise is physically painful. (It is amazing to me that walking up the stairs in my own house requires me to get psyched up to make the trip.) I don't want to exercise because I am too exhausted, yet I am never too exhausted to get up when that wonderful piece of dark chocolate is calling my name.....or the ice cream........or that wonderful piece of sourdough bread......or whatever those Gremlins in the kitchen seem to be yelling at the time.
I did get a suggestion from the other person that actually read my blog (besides my daughter) from someone who goes by Silver Lining Lady. Woohoo! Someone else read my blog! Anyway, she did offer some good suggestions, involving a personal trainer. I am going to have to look into that. I love the idea of getting physical again. I actually used to like physical activity. Right now, my favorite form of exercise is going to the masseuse and having her workout my stress and rub my muscles, while I lay there to the wonderful relaxing music and try to keep from dozing off. If she had a handsome man standing next to her feeding me bonbons and grapes, life would be perfect for that 55 minutes!
So, I will devote a little of my time this week to getting out of my chair and looking into getting a personal trainer. Hopefully, they are not outrageously expensive and I can actually afford to start seeing one. I will let you know what I find out.
Until next time.......
Alias Mary Smith
We had a great time. We went shopping, ate alot and rode bikes. As I was talking with my friends, I realized what a mess I have gotten myself into with this weight issue. As it is now, I am exhausted when I get home. Granted, teaching is not for the faint of heart, but my goodness, I shouldn't feel like I have been wrestling alligators while trying to outwit Albert Einstein for the last 8 hours! So my solution is to sit in my chair, surf the net and watch TV while I am nothing more than a mouth breather.
I have gotten so out of shape that bending over is a major feat. If I bend over twice AND use the clacker to change channels, then I have completed my daily exercise routine. It sometimes leaves me breathless! Not really, but it is almost that bad.
Anyway, I have let myself go to the point that any exercise is physically painful. (It is amazing to me that walking up the stairs in my own house requires me to get psyched up to make the trip.) I don't want to exercise because I am too exhausted, yet I am never too exhausted to get up when that wonderful piece of dark chocolate is calling my name.....or the ice cream........or that wonderful piece of sourdough bread......or whatever those Gremlins in the kitchen seem to be yelling at the time.
I did get a suggestion from the other person that actually read my blog (besides my daughter) from someone who goes by Silver Lining Lady. Woohoo! Someone else read my blog! Anyway, she did offer some good suggestions, involving a personal trainer. I am going to have to look into that. I love the idea of getting physical again. I actually used to like physical activity. Right now, my favorite form of exercise is going to the masseuse and having her workout my stress and rub my muscles, while I lay there to the wonderful relaxing music and try to keep from dozing off. If she had a handsome man standing next to her feeding me bonbons and grapes, life would be perfect for that 55 minutes!
So, I will devote a little of my time this week to getting out of my chair and looking into getting a personal trainer. Hopefully, they are not outrageously expensive and I can actually afford to start seeing one. I will let you know what I find out.
Until next time.......
Alias Mary Smith
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I am an addict.
Some people love wine or a good cigar. Others like to travel. Then there are people like me....who like to eat. I have no idea why food is so important to me. It has always been important to me. My husband says me and my family ask "What's for lunch?" while we're having breakfast. Then at lunch we ask "What's for dinner?" and at dinner we ask.....well, you get the picture.
Monday was a good eating day, until I realized I was so full I could hardly move. So Monday night I told my husband that because I have such an oral fixation, I think I need psychiatric help. I was asking him for suggestions on how I can control myself. Here I am, all upset, wondering if I am ever going to be able to get a grip on myself and he is so NOT helpful! I don't know what it is about men, but they don't really like to listen to their wife. At least mine doesn't....he only had 2 suggestions for me, and the first one had nothing to do with eating....although it did involve my mouth. Is that not such a man thing to say? He did offer one nonsexual suggestion: get a bunch of pictures of food that are gross. Like pizza with cockroaches for toppings, or chocolate with maggots inside where the caramel should be. But I think that might require even more psychotherapy!
At least cocaine addicts are thin. Oh how I would like to be a size 5! Even a size 10! You would think that I could control myself, but I can't.
So, I am open to suggestions! Please do not be mean....or nasty....or offensive. I know there are people out there who know exactly how I feel, and they have managed to kick this addiction in the butt. I need that inspiration. I can't quit cold turkey. I know it would probably take 3 years for me to starve to death, even if I never eat another bite, but that is not a reasonable solution. Also, I don't want to go to a meeting where I have to introduce myself and learn 12 steps. That is not for me either. I want something fun, exciting, adrenaline pumping.....
If you are naturally thin, petite and cute, you are probably adorable, but I am very envious of you. My idea of heaven would be to eat anything I want and never get any bigger than a size 5. Then my little 4'11" body would be a little more evenly proportioned than looking like Violet in Willy Wonka after she has eaten the blueberry gum. The only thing I have on Violet is that I am not purple.
More to come............
Alias Mary Smith
Monday was a good eating day, until I realized I was so full I could hardly move. So Monday night I told my husband that because I have such an oral fixation, I think I need psychiatric help. I was asking him for suggestions on how I can control myself. Here I am, all upset, wondering if I am ever going to be able to get a grip on myself and he is so NOT helpful! I don't know what it is about men, but they don't really like to listen to their wife. At least mine doesn't....he only had 2 suggestions for me, and the first one had nothing to do with eating....although it did involve my mouth. Is that not such a man thing to say? He did offer one nonsexual suggestion: get a bunch of pictures of food that are gross. Like pizza with cockroaches for toppings, or chocolate with maggots inside where the caramel should be. But I think that might require even more psychotherapy!
At least cocaine addicts are thin. Oh how I would like to be a size 5! Even a size 10! You would think that I could control myself, but I can't.
So, I am open to suggestions! Please do not be mean....or nasty....or offensive. I know there are people out there who know exactly how I feel, and they have managed to kick this addiction in the butt. I need that inspiration. I can't quit cold turkey. I know it would probably take 3 years for me to starve to death, even if I never eat another bite, but that is not a reasonable solution. Also, I don't want to go to a meeting where I have to introduce myself and learn 12 steps. That is not for me either. I want something fun, exciting, adrenaline pumping.....
If you are naturally thin, petite and cute, you are probably adorable, but I am very envious of you. My idea of heaven would be to eat anything I want and never get any bigger than a size 5. Then my little 4'11" body would be a little more evenly proportioned than looking like Violet in Willy Wonka after she has eaten the blueberry gum. The only thing I have on Violet is that I am not purple.
More to come............
Alias Mary Smith
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