Ever since I was a little girl, I have loved surprises. Not the "jump out at you and scare the crap out of you" scary-type of surprises, but the surprise party awesome type of surprises. I never got a surprise party (would love one someday, btw) but my grandparents surprised me pretty good when I was little. I remember sleeping over at their house and the next morning, Grandpa announced that we were going to go for a ride in the car. We all piled in and drove and drove and drove. Suddenly, in the distance, I saw a roller coaster! I asked my grandpa if we could go there and he said, "sure!" I couldn't believe it! I was so excited to get to go to Great America. To this day, this is one of the best memories I have. It was amazing. I recently found out that when I was little, I would get so excited that I would make myself physically ill, so they couldn't tell me about the trip without risking me getting a high fever. My husband picks on me about this now. "Don't get too excited or you'll get a fever!" he tells me.
Since I started Weight Watchers, Patrick had promised me surprises for every ten pounds I lose. Until Saturday, I hadn't reaped any of the benefits of this promise in spite of losing over 30 pounds. Saturday, Patrick scheduled me a haircut. I haven't had my hair cut in almost a year, so it was overdue. Here's my before (looking skinny):
And my smokin' hot post-haircut shot: