Bob got me a membership to a local gym for Christmas, and I started working out pretty regularly.
I'm on the steering committee for a club that I'm in, and I talked those women into focusing on which colors we should be wearing as part of one of our meetings. Turns out I was not wearing the right make-up or clothing colors!
I threw away some bad make-up, and am going to sell the clothes that aren't right for me. I'm already feeling a good bit better without my old peachy blush.
Then, I decided that if I did well at one of my craft fairs I would treat myself to a hair cut. I was in one last weekend, and did a great job! It had lots of kids there, and they loved my stuffed owls and cats! I have possibly not really written about my craft fair stuff, because of all of the bad feelings I've been having. But I've been in three, and did really well at two! At one, there were no customers. I still sold stuff to the other vendors, though.
So, I finally went to get my hair chopped off on Thursday.