My appear­ance is pretty rough in this one.  Part of my devel­op­ment and pur­suit to hap­pi­ness is being com­fort­able with myself.  Van­ity is an ele­ment that I must face.  So, here I am post Turbo Fire Sculpt 30 work­out.  My hair is thin­ning on the front and sides. I’m aware of it and typ­i­cally do my hair in a man­ner which hides the tell-tale signs.  A few days ago the split ends pestered me each time I looked down at the hair lay­ing across my shoul­ders.  Like an 11 year old the day before pic­ture day, I took mat­ters into my own hands. Armed with cheap bar­ber scis­sors … snip. snip. snip­snip­snip.  The fol­low­ing day all the crooked sins were evi­dent.  Snip­pity snip again.  It’s just hair, after all. Mine grows back at an alarm­ing rate. It may be thin, but it grows like weeds.  While I’m on the sub­ject of my hair, I have stopped col­or­ing it.  Well, I’ve dis­con­tin­ued using a per­ma­nent hair color.  Instead, I use an ammo­nia free wash out for­mula.  At some point the true color of my hair will lurk beneath the rins­able color.  That’s when I’ll just let it all hang out.
Speak­ing of let­ting it all hang out … I’m par­tic­i­pat­ing in Boobie-thon again — click the icon in the upper right mar­gin.  When Thelma and Louise are bared on the site I’ll let you all know.   The idea is to get peo­ple to donate funds for breast can­cer research while enjoy­ing the pho­tos of women who shed them­selves of inhi­bi­tions (for a good cause).  Guys, you can con­tribute your awe­some pecs, too!  Some­thing for everyone.