I hate my hair...

I am really not liking my new haircut. I believe it is nearly indistinguishable from my first, super-short haircut. For almost a week, I've been trying to figure out why it feels so different.

Here's what I have come up with:

1) It's more humid than Satan's trousers. That translates to mean shrinkage. Not the kind you fellas worry about this time of year, but the super curly, Shirley-Temple kind of shrinkage.

2) The BANGS. Sweet Heidi had a last-minute impulse at the LAST haircut to give me some wispy bangs. BAD IDEA. Now I look like a combination of our friends at the top.

So expect that I will straighten as much as I can in the coming weeks. And eat alot of protein to try to encourage growth. I may even buy some topical treatment to see if I can get it to grow faster.

I'd like to start this back up...

I feel out of love with yoga when it became my job. I still enjoy a gentle class (Yay Corina at Wake Up Yoga!), and I still do yoga everyday on my own.

Maybe I will start posting photos of me doing my favorite poses. Kind of like a beginner class via the internet, except I cannot be responsible for anyone's actions or even my own, so imagine some fancy disclaimer here... consult a doctor, a lawyer and maybe even a psychiatrist before even attempting to do anything you find on the internet... here or elsewhere.

There, now let's see what kind of yoga fun we can have.