Whack, Oh!

I trimmed my bangs, and boy, did I!  They are too short to fix and too short to disguise the whack-job I performed.   I look like the pictures my mom has of herself when she was in elementary school.   I don’t look that young, unfortunately.   I just look like a redneck.  Really.

   Once upon a time, I was an impetuous chick, outspoken and often brash, and I said what I thought.   (Thankfully, those days were pre-blogosphere, so there’s no proof I said those things.) These days, I am more aware of the fact that not everyone thinks like I do, and I do not want to offend people I genuinely like, who think differently than I do.    I don’t even know 1) if they read this blog, 2) if they would be offended because my opinion is different than theirs, or 3) if they think I’m whacky. 

People do have a way of getting bent out of shape when you don’t see things the same way they do.   If you have any doubts about that statement, go to any web news site and pick an article about a controversial topic, and read the comments.   Oy vey!  I usually have to stop reading comments because those folks are worse whack jobs than my bangs.

I have been losing the weight I regained.   It’s a slow process…slower because I tend to eat more over the weekend, but no sugar.  Sugar is whack!  It is for me, anyway.   I thank the Lord with all my heart for getting it though my thick skull that sugar is not my friend.   August 13 will be one year exactly, and I plan to have lost 100 pounds by then.   I will still have weight I want to lose after that milestone.   I’m not going to stress/obsess over it.   I’ve done enough of that to last four lifetimes.    Food obsession is whack!

What exactly does “no sugar” mean?   For me, it generally means no cookies, cake, or candy of the sugar variety.   (I do eat sugar-free treats, and I am able to stop on one serving.  For some reason, one piece of cake or one chocolate chip cookie sets me on a sugar grazing trajectory that culminates in a two day…or two week…binge.   It shouldn’t be that way, but I can’t deny that it is.  That’s whack!

Getting older is whack, too.  My hair!  It used to be beautiful, now it…you guessed it!  It’s Whacky!  Frizzy, thinning, and gray if I give it have a chance to grow some uncolored roots.  My skin!  Pores the size of craters, and lines that cannot be concealed.    And now that I’ve lost weight, I have sags and bags…what’s a whacked-up chick to do?   “They” say exercise will help the sags.   I have to say I don’t want to exercise unless I know for a fact it will help.  Exercise is whack!

That's all the whack-oh words I have for today.