Yesterday I got my first professional haircut post-COVID. (I’ve been cutting my own hair for five years!)   I’m thrilled with it.

 

This morning I went to Albertsons to find some Jamie Lee Curtis hair color (silver grey).  They didn’t have any!  The closest they had was a neon-looking color that I thought was too radical a sea change for me; it looked like it would be more appropriate for young people.

 

So I chose a light auburn. I usually apply dark auburn, but I want to tone it down and eventually go Jamie Lee Curtis grey when I find the right hair color to do that.

 

I’m sold on the cut.  It looks good on me.  I’ll take a photo and place it at the end of this post.  I can’t do it right now, because I’m smack in the middle of applying the color! I’m hanging with you until the alarm goes off.

 

I don’t know which of these I like best, so I’ll include four of the eight I took.

 

 

I’m Losing Weight

 

I weigh 170 pounds now.  That’s amazing (for me). I’d like to lose another ten or fifteen, but probably not more than that.

 

It has happened very slowly over five years. I’ve lost 65+ pounds, all told, counting my pre-Pickleball years (1998-1999)

Before

After

(about three and two years ago, when I weighed 8+ pounds more than now)

Some of the weight came off when I had my chest masculinized (about a pound and a half) and after I had my panniculectomy (another 8 or so pounds).

Before Panniulectomy

After

 

It’s (mostly) a pleasure for me to look at my disrobed (de-breasted, depannused) body these days. I well remember the “before” times, when I hated looking into the mirror.

Below image taken about 6 weeks post-surgery,

 15 to 20 pounds ago

 

I expect when I get to Costa Rica and start eating Costa Rican food, more weight will melt away even more easily than it has these past five or six years. There is a premium price placed on imported, highly processed food, so I won’t be eating as much of it. Hurray!

 

With my luck (and good genes) I’ll probably live to 105 down there. Which is NOT a goal at all. I’m ready to go any time. I have no fear of death (only a fear of the many horrible ways there are to die!) I just have a feeling that I won’t be quite as ready to go when I get down there and experience what life is all about in a nation that isn’t this one, which has become increasingly ugly and dangerous for people like me and for so many other marginalized people (including all women, these days).

 

It will be nice to relax among ticos and enjoy la pura vida!  Vamos!