Snip Snip?!

So if you've been following my blog you may remember a post from last month where I wrote that I'm embracing my 30's by trying to become more fit. It's been going pretty well. I've started training with my sister twice a week and I've been more proactive about staying active and eating better. But I'm still not awesome at it and I wouldn't say I've formed any great habits, though it IS getting easier (somedays). AND I bought some more cute work out clothes!

Last Saturday Daniel & I read an article in Scientific American "Researchers Explain Why Exercise Works Magic." The gist of the article is that exercise is proven to reduce risk for cancer, lengthen your lifespan, and just make you more awesome in general. I totally believe all of this. It just makes sense that the human body would need exercise. It just. makes. sense.

But I have long hair. And I have a lot of hair. When I work out I get sweaty. When I get sweaty my hair gets frizzy and my body feels gross. So I shower after I work out. But now I'm trying to work out every day which means I'm showering every day, or at least every other day. And then I'm either blow drying my hair (can be very damaging) or putting it up wet (leads to more frizz and just an overall feeling of unkempt-ness.)

So Daniel says "Is it more important that you be healthy or that you have long hair?"

I'm sorry, what?

What did he just say? My brain could not compute the string of verbs and nouns that he just pieced together while ending said string with the upward inflection of a question.

Did he just suggests I cut my hair for my HEALTH? This cannot be.

I'm telling you, I had to check myself as soon as the suggestion left his mouth. I was about to either get defensive or start to cry. Cut my hair so I can work out more? Are you NUTS?! I've always, ALWAYS had long hair. The one time in my life I had short hair was the summer my mom told our hair dresser to lop off my glorious, hip-length pony tail without my knowledge. I was the recipient of a bowl cut that summer and it was not cute. (I will never let my mom live down this story. It was too traumatizing and is now too hilarious to stop telling.)

Never EVER going this short again!

At this point you may be asking yourself "Why am I still reading this? Love ya Kate but I don't care. Though that picture of you IS pretty sad."

I need some help in the form of pictures. I also need the names and numbers of some seriously AMAZING stylists.

IF I were to cut my hair (and that is a huge TEXAS-sized 'if' right there.) I don't even know what I would do. I keep my hair this long because it's what I know. I've always felt like my hair is my best feature. It doesn't gain weight, it doesn't need new clothes, it gets the most compliments. Plus long hair is my glory and my covering! (Or am I taking 1 Corinthians 11:15 out of context? I am definitely not Jewish...) Either way, the mere idea of cutting my hair makes me sad. The idea of cutting my hair for the purpose of exercise makes me... more sad? confused? not quite sure how to quantify this emotion...

My sister suggested this long bob...

Birthday Eve

Tomorrow is my birthday. My 30th birthday. And I'm not that bothered by it. I've always wondered why people fret over their birthdays, or why people won't share their age. You can't keep yourself from aging. You certainly can't avoid the day altogether! Why avoid a day solely dedicated to celebrating a life?













My parents always did an AWESOME job celebrating my birthdays. I remember my 6th birthday, the year I got a bike. My mom made my birthday outfit. And I mean it when I said I ROCKED the early 90's fashion trends. We also did the hot/cold scavenger hunt (you know the drill... the gift giver says "you're getting warmer" when you near the hidden gift.) But the gift was a bike so when my dad wheeled it into the kitchen and my mom screamed "You're hot! You're really hot!" I jumped up and down and squealed. And of course I immediately took my new ride for a spin. Notice the curly ribbons on the handlebars? Oh yeah, baby.

When I turned 10  I got tickets to my very first concert- Paula Abdul. (I already told you I was a child of the 90's, don't judge.) It was an awesome concert too. My mom crimped my hair. We went out to Chi Chi's for dinner beforehand. We had lawn seats down at River Bend. I even got to take my best friend Katie Jostworth. Such a great night!

When I turned 18, we threw a formal dinner + dance for my friends. My parents made this really delicious dinner and we ate on my mom's good china. We strung white Christmas lights in the backyard and borrowed a portable dance floor from our church. My dad even put on a firework display at the end of the night. It was one of the best nights of my life.

29 birthday cards

Daniel's planning something great! 

This year, Daniel is planning something wonderful, I just know it. He's actually been celebrating my birthday all month. You see, tomorrow is my golden birthday. That's right, I'm turning 30 on the 30th. To commemorate Daniel's been giving me a card and/or a card + a small gift every single day this month. He's done an AWESOME job. He has only forgotten twice, which is impressive for a man who says gift giving and receiving is so low on his love language list that it doesn't even register.

So, I've decided my thirties are going to be the best decade yet. Bring on the stability, the maturity, the thrive-ability of a woman loving life and learning to center on Jesus. Hallelujah! Where's the birthday cake?!