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I'm Crazy, I Know.

I got my hair cut last Friday. I have gotten my hair cut twice in the last 3 months. This is a record for me.

This is what it looked like last time I got it cut.

I hate getting my hair cut. It makes me anxious just thinking about getting my hair cut. And of course, like most anxieties, there is a reason why I feel this way. And here it is:

My Aunt Linda is a hairdresser, and she was the only one to ever cut my hair until we moved to Tucson when I was 12-years-old. I get to Tucson, and sooner or later I needed a haircut and I was a little nervous about someone cutting my hair who wasn't my Aunt. It was an experience I'd never had before and I didn't know what to expect (I wasn't like sweating bullets or anything, I was just a little uneasy).

So, we go to Super Cuts, or Great Clips, or some other generic place, and a man is cutting my hair, and you know what he says to my 12-year-old self? A 12-year-old who is highly insecure and and not at all comfortable in her own skin, like most preteens? He says "Did you fart?" I hated even just typing that. I was so mortified that he said that to me. I almost got out of the chair and bolted.

Since then, I have dreaded getting my hair cut. I know that no professional stylist would ever say anything like that to me now, and that that guy was just a weirdo, but I cannot help it. Going to the salon, even as an adult, makes me feel insecure. So, I rarely get my haircut. And when I do get it cut, the stylist admonishes me for waiting so long, which makes me more self conscious, which makes me put off going back to the salon, and it's just a vicious cycle.

And so, I am trying to overcome this craziness of mine. Like I said, I have been to the salon twice in 3 months (which is more than I'd go in a normal year). Hopefully I'll keep it up. Although, to be honest, just writing about this has made me a little anxious. Maybe I'll just learn to cut my own hair.

Weekly Weigh-In

The best things in life are unexpected - because there were no expectations

-Eli Khamarov

After a month of plateauing I think I may actually be making some progress. Perhaps the kickball on Thursday and Sunday nights has been of help to me. I'm not exercising often, but I'm trying to get more physical at work and home when I can. Not the best diet week for me, either, but I think that for the most part I'm doing better (especially with eating more fruits). I've also been a water fiend, which I'm sure has helped in a couple of ways.

Probably time for me to really get back on it, since I've gotten some surprisingly good weeks without working particularly hard at it. This is weird because I had several nonproductive weeks when I was busting my ass. I wonder what would happen if I really tried now?

05.17.2010 Starting Weight: 171.8 lbs
This Week's Weigh-In: 159.4 lbs (-0.8)
Variance to Goal Weight: 14.4 lbs
Total Weight Lost: 12.4 lbs
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Obstacles don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it, or work around it.

-Michael Jordan

Well, that's a surprise. Lost almost a pound with little to no effort on my part. Maybe the kickball practices and whatnot have helped?

05.17.2010 Starting Weight: 171.8 lbs
This Week's Weigh-In: 160.2 lbs (-0.8)
Variance to Goal Weight: 15.2 lbs
Total Weight Lost: 11.6 lbs
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Max dresses like Daddy

We put Max in this outfit last night that Jeff wore as a newborn. I meant to put Max in it when he was much younger but I kept forgetting. It was a good thing we did it now though, I'm not sure it'll fit in another week! It was a little tight! Jeff said he looks like a gay carpenter.

Have I mentioned that Max can sit all on his own? Well he can! He loves to sit up- it's much easier to play with his toys that way. Also, Max is getting his bottom right tooth! We didn't even realize it until Megan felt something sharp when he was sucking on her finger. He has handled it like a champ (which I'm totally shocked about).

Gimme a kiss!

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Patience is waiting. Not passively waiting. That is laziness. But to keep going when the going is hard and slow - that is patience.

I took the week off, for the most part. Pretty much the same results, so it's going to be hard to stay motivated. Any ideas?

19 miles biked. 0 lbs lost. Any ideas?

05.17.2010 Starting Weight: 171.8 lbs
This Week's Weigh-In: 161.0 lbs (-0.2)
Variance to Goal Weight: 16.0 lbs
Total Weight Lost: 10.8 lbs
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Another Cute Outfit

I set out to take a picture of this adorable outfit, but I knew I had to do it quickly.

No bib means trouble. But I just needed everyone to see these adorable lions and the stripes on the sleeves and the wonderful colors. Max was ready for a nap and not in the picture-taking mood, but he was nice enough to give me a smile or two.

I just love Max's lips. Is that weird? I think they're gorgeous.

And I pushed the photo session a little too long and caught a little bit of spit up. Maybe that's why the lions look so mad.

Well put.

The Anti-Defamation League on it's opposition to the construction of an Islamic community center in Manhattan:

Proponents of the Islamic Center may have every right to build at this site, and may even have chosen the site to send a positive message about Islam. The bigotry some have expressed in attacking them is unfair, and wrong. But ultimately this is not a question of rights, but a question of what is right. In our judgment, building an Islamic Center in the shadow of the World Trade Center will cause some victims more pain --unnecessarily -- and that is not right.

Boing Boing's Rob Beschizza:

Perhaps the Anti-Defamation League could produce some helpful maps to delineate the areas in our cities where Muslims may live, work and pray without causing more pain.

Another Gift from the Great White North

My cousin Cheryl sent this hockey jersey for Max. I can't wait until Max fits into this! If Jeffry thinks this kid is cheering for any one other than Team Canada, he is sadly mistaken.