WOOHOO. I just stepped on the scale for the first time in a week, and it turns out that I weigh less than I did when I left for New Orleans. Yes, that’s right. I went on a visit to New Orleans, a place famed for its food and its huge portions, a place I can navigate to in the airport by looking for the gate full of fat people, and managed to lose weight.
FLAWLESS VICTORY.
Also I am really glad to be back in Seattle, where I’m not the only person with unnatural hair color for miles around. I like the attention and smiles but I got a little tired of the amount of comment it raised down home. I’m almost tempted to dye it black for a week, just to vanish into utter anonymity for a while. I probably won’t though.
(There was one moment on the way back when I caught my reflection passing through the terminal. I was dressed in a simple black dress, with a black blouse over it hiding the tattoo. With my computer bag slung over my shoulder, I looked like any anonymous businesswoman. I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror at all. It was kinda nice, after a week of being Local Color. Can I still be Local Color when I haven’t lived there for half my life?)