Yesterday was the day that I’d been really looking forward to, getting my hair cut and coloured. My hairdresser works part time at a barbers/salon about half an hour from here, and was working till almost 2.30pm yesterday and because the day was ticking away I thought she might reschedule, but she didn’t.
She turned up and began to work her magic. I’d already selected the colour I wanted for my hair, something like this:

I wasn’t sure if it would suit me as I’ve never been that bold as far as hair colour goes. I’ve had streaks put in (aggh, memories of those horrible rubber caps and the pain as strands of hair were pulled through the tiny holes in them. Brings tears to my eyes just at the thought.), but never an all over colour. As I’m no spring chicken my hair was mostly all greys and I thought that to celebrate having lost 80 (well, 83.1 actually) kilos and having stuck to Optifast for 1 whole year, it was time to treat myself.
It was like watching a scientist at work as she added some cream from one tube of colour to her bowl, then another, and then poured something else in. And again, another bowl was produced and she added more cream from more tubes and mixed away. Once done she started off by placing foils on my head before finishing with the final colour to the leftover hair that was exposed. After half an hour or so it was time for a shampoo and condition before having my hair cut, dried, and product applied. She kept saying how good it was looking and my partner was also very impressed. I couldn’t wait to see the results and when I finally was given a mirror to look into I was blown away by the transformation on my dingy grey locks. They were gone! And that colour that I’d been a bit concerned about looked amazing. My partner says it makes me look younger, which is a good thing when you are 61 years old. I was so happy with the results, and especially appreciative of Jess, the hairdresser, for taking the time she could have spent with her family on a Saturday afternoon and early evening (she left around 7pm, after spending 4 hours here.) My partner also had his hair cut by her while she was here. As for price, she was very reasonable, a lot less than what I’d be paying in a hair salon around here, or even compared to other mobile hairdressers. So here is the new me!!


I also had some photos taken yesterday and thought I would share them here. I’ve come a long way since that photo of me at my daughters wedding in March 2016. I still have a way to go but I’m certainly looking better than I was. If only I didn’t have those flabby upper arms and hanging gut. I guess it’s the price I’m paying for having been overweight for most of my life and being older, the skin doesn’t bounce back like it used to. As more weight drops off the gut will be smaller, but the skin will remain. Still, that’s something to worry about later on down the track. For now I’m focusing on continuing to lose my excess weight. Even my son (who rarely comments on any of my photos) is impressed by the changes in me since 2016, and so proud of me that he even sent this photo to a friend of his to show her my progress.

Some more pics of me wearing my new donated clothes (the teal/green), and the new outfit I bought from eBay recently.



For the first time in a long time I no longer hide at the sight of a camera pointed in my direction, or feel shame when I see myself. I look back on these photos now with a sense of pride of how far I have come. I still have more of this journey in front of me, but seeing these results only strengthens my resolve to succeed.

























