Slow week

Last week was slow. I had no excuse for not blogging, but nothing was going on so there was nothing to talk about!

On the weight-loss front: I am not losing any dang weight. Tom actually smashed my scale yesterday, insisting that it was lying to me and making me insane. He may have had a point. It was a cheap electronic scale, and it would have me fluctuate by as much as a pound within moments.

Even though I am not losing any dang weight, I have progressed from Stomping in the Den with Grandpa to actually jogging in the park. Okay, well, I have yet to do a lap yet without stopping and panting, but I'm getting there. Each day I stop and pant less. I guess it's more fair to say I'm walking in the park with brief moments of jogging.

Here is a picture of my new hair. You can see by my expression how much I love it. Har har. In reality, I don't like it at all. It's not awful, but I feel so butch. Well, I'd always wanted to know what it would be like, and now I know! Really. I am much cuter with hair.