Today was a turning point.
It started out like most days. I woke up early and went to the gym. In the winter, I might wear capris or sweat pants, but when it’s hot out, I wear shorts. Like today.
I worked out with my trainer, Cyrus, today. He challenges me on most days. Today, even more than usual. I was feeling very inadequate and very on the edge of tears when I realized (during an exercise that was not very ladylike, I might add) that I’d missed a few choice spots when I shaved last night.
Well, I can tell you that I used special shave cream and really took my time shaving. This time. Usually, I rush through with a bar of soap and an old razor. But this was my new special 5 blade razor that I got free in the mail and my girly gel. So it should be great, yes? Plus, I distinctly remember that the hot water was particularly nice and I stayed in there longer than usual.
And yet, I missed some serious hair.
There. I’ve said it. But now, what am I going to do? I can only think of one solution.
Yikes. Is this the beginning of the end?