When I caught sight of myself in a mirror yesterday, I freaked out. My hair was so big that I feared I might be mistaken for a Texan or a NASCAR fanatic or both! (Not that there's anything wrong with that....)
I phoned the woman who cuts my hair to schedule an emergency appointment. Recognizing the panic in my voice, she told me to come right in. When she finally stopped laughing and cutting, I could appreciate that a large weight had been taken off my shoulders and a smaller weight was curling around my ears. With the weight I took off in Mexico, I'm about 12 pounds punier than when I left home in June.
My son's plaintive cry upon seeing me: "What happened to the other half of my Mommy?"