Yesterday. Sobbing on the bed was how I spent about 15 minutes.
I have been working my tail off since I got here.
I’m not sitting around on my ass or anything.
I’m eating fairly healthy, and I have gained 3lbs. My pants are still fitting, but some of my shirts aren’t fitting through the ribs.
I am having major hair issues, and I hate it so much, I’m contemplating actually cutting it myself- as it can’t get any worse than it is, so I figure, what they hey? I’ve seen enough haircuts to do it (maybe), and I’d rather do that than pay someone to screw it up, like they did my brows. I really miss Stephanie. Before, she was 280 miles away. Now she’s like 1300. No more running down to Austin to make myself look beautiful and be sure I can trust it’s going to look good. I’m not in a fashion capital of the world up here, or anything. Maybe, if I screw it up, I can get Jill to fix it for me when she gets here in September. Hmmmm….I’ll have to ask.
Anyway, I hate my hair, I can’t lose this weight, and I just generally feel blah, blah, blah. This too, I’m sure, will pass, as I have nothing to complain about on the work front. Good horses, beautiful country, nice colts, friends and family that love me, an icebox full of food. I am blessed, yes. Do I feel pretty, eh, not so much.