Tuesday, April 15, 2014
So historic day, after two years I made it to a hairdresser. I used to go to a hairdresser at work, for almost 17 years. This was well inside my comfort zone. When I left work I couldn't face finding a new hairdresser, especially as I was so overweight. I dreaded the looks and being made to feel - well inferior. So I started cutting my own hair, a little bit here a little bit there. Only problem was I couldn't see to cut the back. Last year I was at my heaviest and could hardly walk ten steps without stopping. I was almost terrified of going anywhere new, never mind a hairdresser salon. I was a self made agoraphobic.
Well I'm nowhere near my ultimate goal but already I have made changes to my lifestyle. I can walk for 30 or 40 minutes now, slowly but I do it. This is thanks to my wonderful 12 week walking team, who have encouraged me. Last week I volunteered to put up posters for the Easter services for my church, walking of course. One of the places I went was in this hair salon. On the door was the statement-'We don't discuss age or weight here!'. I gave in the poster and noticed how ordinary everyone was, so I made an appointment. Big Step Forward for me.
So I arrived and had my hair washed. That was a pleasure in itself. Then I had the haircut. How do you want it? Short! And that's what I got. So now I know that in six or seven weeks time I can go back again, without dread or trauma. The hairdresser was from Kurdistan. I knew quite a few Kurds and they are lovely friendly people.
I still have about 100lb to lose. It's going to take a couple of years. I know that. I will probably have a few setbacks- more than a few, but hopefully I can just keep making slow steady progress.