Ok, so I need to point out that I don't have half an inch of hair. Jaymee says it's more like a quarter at most. Lately it seems like it's not growing at all. People are all very nice and say that it's so great and I "look great with velcro for hair!" That's all good and fine, but lately I've been a little frustrated. It was so much easier to deal with the no hair thing when I had cancer. Because I had cancer. That's why I look like this. Cancer. But now, I don't have cancer anymore. So I don't want to look like this anymore. I feel like such a loser complaining because I'm not sick anymore and I have my energy back and I'm getting my strength back and life is good. SO why am I so vain? WHy do I care about these dumb leftover cosmetic effects? Whenever I start caring too much about my appearance I want to beat myself up. But I'm too wimpy and I might lose. I really feel like I don't care, but here I am caring. My brain knows it's ridiculous and a HUGE waste of time. It's even more unattractive than being unattractive. I'll stop now. I promise. I'm happy to be healthy. Really. Just wanted to vent.
Today is the last day of our "No Sugar February". Stupid leap year. I could be eating Chicks and Rabbits TODAY. The girls were awesome. They made it the whole month. They took Valentine's Day off, but other than that they were perfect. I'm so proud of them. They are proud of themselves, too. It was a good thing... and I'm glad it's over. Jaymeson lost seven pounds. Jerk. I didn't lose any. Lamebot. I don't really know what else I can do. Anybody out there have Nike+ and want to race me? Brittany is too good. Oh well. The good news is that I am getting stronger. I like that. I'm feeling human again.When I was in the midst of my treatments I was a BooBah. Have you seen that horrible show? That is what I looked and felt like.
Wah wah wah.
Love to you.