At least I can still pull off pigtails

This is how it goes down.

I lose a butt load (literally) of weight. My face no longer looks fat. My hair gets long and scraggly. I see a picture of Claire Danes circa Brokedown Palace and marvel at her little wisp of a haircut. I remember when I had a cute little wisp of a haircut. I call Dana and make an appointment for the day after Thanksgiving.

Then something happens. My hair feels threatened, and desperate to prove itself. After the gym, I shower and go to bed without drying my hair. I wake up with giant, loose curls that put Nicole Kidman to shame, without any product. I leave the house every morning with a wet head, and people in the office compliment me on my hair and ask what I've done differently.

I decided to cut it off, that's what I've done differently, I say. The girls nod and smile ruefully, knowingly. The boys don't get it. I call Dana back and say, just a trim.

UPDATE: Those of you who think this post is dull and/or too girly, *cough* Sean Conrad *cough*, zip it. They can't all be winners.