Fear the 'Fro.
And I'm not talking about the Piston's Ben Wallace. I'm talking about ME.
I have very thick, sometimes wavy (when it air dries) blondish hair. Yes, I realize that for those with very fine hair, it may sound pretty darn appealing. But it's so thick that I have to get it cut very frequently, or I start looking like Big Ben. (Once, my hairdresser's comb actually broke off in my hair.) Every time I get my hair cut, I inevitably hear some version of: "Wow, you have a lot of hair."
After I got my hair cut yesterday (and ladies, I warn you that it's shorter than it's been in a while--all one length still, but it falls between my ear and my jaw, as opposed to my chin and my shoulders), I looked at the copious amounts of hair on the floor and the chair and my hairdresser--and, well, it was EVERYWHERE--and I joked, "You know, I probably lost like 5 pounds right there."
Well, I weighed myself this morning, and I'll be damned if I'm not 3 pounds lighter.
Dang, if I can lose 3 pounds by cutting my hair, imagine how much I'll lose after my "chest" reduction. (Which I absolutely plan on during the summer after my first year of teaching, when I have insurance and time to recover....but that's a whole different post).