I joined weight watchers recently. So I've been doing the whole "why am I eating this?" thing.
Yesterday, I was emotinoally eating a BUNCH. Couldn't figure out why. So I changed tactics. I decided to go for bootoo therapy.
What is bootoo therapy you may ask? Well, its where I go to a place (Ulta) that has an overpriced salon attached to it, and walk through the door and simply point at my hair and say "Help me?"
The sweetest little gay-boy (Toochie, and yes, that's his name) helped me. He trimmed my hair and told me it was pretty and I was cute, and then showed me how to do what he was doing to my hair, and described down & dirty out of time ways to accomplish the same goals. Toochie is the man on sooo many levels.
So, $100 of haircut, blowdryer, flatiron and product later, I figured out that my problem was that I've been REALLY worried about Toria moving up with us. And was hiding it under a mountain of food. Joining weightwatchers erroded away the mountain of food, and left me feeling emotionally stripmined.
So, to try to build myself back up, I'm going to go in a couple of weeks and get my hair colored professionally. Bye-bye black hair, welcome back brown. Going back toward my natural color. I'm going to have Toochie put in a little oomph, but not much. I want it to look natural. Nothing too outrageous.
I guess I'm ready to go back to being my natural self again. . .:/
Hold on, the ride may get a bit rough.
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My personmal fav is the lightish brown with some well placed yet non-the-less stunning drop dead gorgeous red highlights. Toochie is a very cool name! I would love one of those up here in my CT world. I had to settle for my pretty nails a few weeks ago - and the bootoo therapy does work wonders! Way more fective tha waffles!
ReplyDeleteI actually re-read that thing twice before i posted it with a spelling error! I am such a dork!
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