I Lost a Pound!
And it was all hair!
I've always complained that my hair is way too heavy. I swear that when my hair is long, just holding my head up is hard work. This weekend I had the chance to prove just how heavy my hair is.
I had ten and a half inches cut off for Locks of Love.
I actually weighed myself right before I left for the salon. And I weighed myself upon my return. According to the scale, I lost exactly one pound. Funny, because my hair in the bag felt like it weighed five pounds at least.
Last January I decided that 2007 would be the year I finally donated my hair to Locks of Love. My hair was shoulder length at the time. It took me an entire year to grow enough hair to donate.
Trimming my split ends became one of my favorite pastimes. I became obsessed with the idea that I should donate the healthiest hair possible. I spent an inordinate amount of time inspecting my ends with sheers at hand.
On the morning I went to get it cut, I felt like I had to give my hair the best shampooing of its life. I wished I had splurged on some pricey shampoo and conditioner. I was very cognizant of the fact that whatever state my hair was in that morning would be the state of my hair when it reached Locks of Love. I wanted it to be smooth.
It was also supposed to be completely dry. But I don't think my hair has been completely dry in six months! In desperation, I asked my husband to help blow dry the very back part that I can't ever reach. Men are awful with hair. He was no help at all.
Since I was starting to really despise my long hair, I thought I would be overjoyed to get it cut off. But I have to admit that I was a little disappointed. I was hoping that after a year, I would have more than ten and a half inches to donate. I wish I had explained better to my stylist that I wanted to cut off as much as possible, even if it left me with a really short style.
Still, ten and a half inches is nothing to sneeze at. I'm glad I did it.
I've been surprised at how people have reacted to my shorter hair. I've been especially surprised by how many of my friends' husbands noticed and made great comments. I guess now if they don't notice their own wives' new hair styles, they'll be in trouble.
But I've been a little embarrassed by people who have made a big deal out of the fact that I donated my hair. I mean, it is sweet of them to say such nice things, but it just isn't a big deal. I sat around for a year and did nothing but grow hair. It was the easiest act of charity I've ever done.
And I lost a pound! I can think of worse things.
I've always complained that my hair is way too heavy. I swear that when my hair is long, just holding my head up is hard work. This weekend I had the chance to prove just how heavy my hair is.
I had ten and a half inches cut off for Locks of Love.
I actually weighed myself right before I left for the salon. And I weighed myself upon my return. According to the scale, I lost exactly one pound. Funny, because my hair in the bag felt like it weighed five pounds at least.
Last January I decided that 2007 would be the year I finally donated my hair to Locks of Love. My hair was shoulder length at the time. It took me an entire year to grow enough hair to donate.
Trimming my split ends became one of my favorite pastimes. I became obsessed with the idea that I should donate the healthiest hair possible. I spent an inordinate amount of time inspecting my ends with sheers at hand.
On the morning I went to get it cut, I felt like I had to give my hair the best shampooing of its life. I wished I had splurged on some pricey shampoo and conditioner. I was very cognizant of the fact that whatever state my hair was in that morning would be the state of my hair when it reached Locks of Love. I wanted it to be smooth.
It was also supposed to be completely dry. But I don't think my hair has been completely dry in six months! In desperation, I asked my husband to help blow dry the very back part that I can't ever reach. Men are awful with hair. He was no help at all.
Since I was starting to really despise my long hair, I thought I would be overjoyed to get it cut off. But I have to admit that I was a little disappointed. I was hoping that after a year, I would have more than ten and a half inches to donate. I wish I had explained better to my stylist that I wanted to cut off as much as possible, even if it left me with a really short style.
Still, ten and a half inches is nothing to sneeze at. I'm glad I did it.
I've been surprised at how people have reacted to my shorter hair. I've been especially surprised by how many of my friends' husbands noticed and made great comments. I guess now if they don't notice their own wives' new hair styles, they'll be in trouble.
But I've been a little embarrassed by people who have made a big deal out of the fact that I donated my hair. I mean, it is sweet of them to say such nice things, but it just isn't a big deal. I sat around for a year and did nothing but grow hair. It was the easiest act of charity I've ever done.
And I lost a pound! I can think of worse things.
Labels: friends, get to know me, Locks of Love
posted by Major Mom at 8:12 AM
Karen is a military wife and stay-at-home mother to a seven-year-old daughter and a five-year-old son. A Boston native who’s lived in the Shreveport-Bossier area for eight years, she spends most of her time volunteering at her kids’ school, supporting her husband, playing with her friends and watching her hair turn gray. In between, she writes about her life here on her blog.
3 Comments:
That is awesome, you are right that is the easiest form of charity there is. My daughter did that when she was 9. She is still waiting to donate again a year and 7 months later. I guess her hair doesn't grow very fast.
I can't wait to see you! I bet it looks great!
Anon: I read that the majority of Locks of Love donaters are children. I think that is so wonderful.
mshokie92: Awww, thanks. Now I'll have to do my hair every morning. ;-)
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