New Year's Day.

Waited till 1am to start my first treadmill of 2012. How I managed that I will never know. Obsessed much?

After walking uphill for 100 minutes (normal workout for me - twice a day) I decided I might as well get my weight training workout done. So, went up to my room and put a movie on Netflix and got too engrossed in it (husband was asleep and I had to wear a headset so he wouldn't wake up with the noise). After it was over (what was it? Oh it was The New Twenty - nice studly lead dude) I started doing my weights routine.

Last night I got Holly to help me dye my hair for the first time in years. Nice segue, right? Anyway, I haven't dyed it in years because nobody will do it in a salon for under a million dollars when your hair reached down to your knees and beyond and, when I can't reach the ends to brush it I don't see how I can dye it. Makes sense to me. So we dyed it and I'd had the dye for about 10 years, maybe less. Didn't realize till we were half way done that it was Rich Auburn Blonde! LOL What the hell was I thinking when I bought that? Was I senile back then? Blonde on dark brown hair is going to go orange. Luckily for me I don't ever want to have straw hair (like my cousin *cough*) so I have never bleached my hair. So, we dyed it. Why? Because I had finally got so fucking fed up earlier in the day when I'd been tripping up my 4 foot long hair strands on the floor that I asked my son to cut my hair. I'd stood there, my hair in a ponytail, for about 20 minutes... scissors poised behind my back (when did I grow eyes in my arse?) but was too chicken shit to cut it myself. I asked him (he was just stumbling out of bed at 4:30pm - we have no bed times in our house) and was happy (well, that's an exaggeration - he didn't care one way or the other.) to oblige and just proceeded to saw away at it. I have a lot of hair and he was snip, snip, snip, snip (proper hair cutting scissors... perhaps we should have tried a chainsaw. It certainly would have been quicker and might have left me with a straighter cut!) till he'd cut through the ponytail. Then I screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Then I got over it, braided it. Took photos and added it to the many other long braids we have kept over the past 10 years (all mine. Well, 2 are Holly's).

Where was I? I don't know. Thinking of doing my second treadmill workout of the day. Wait a minute. Did I sleep last night (after working out immediately after New Year was rung in)? Um, no. I did watch another film on Netflix before my bath. It was kitschy. No, not really. It was weird but the leads were studly LOL (notice a pattern here yet?). It was called The Wolves of Kromer. Fun.

Thinking of going to the gym (down 2 flights from our bedroom).