An experiment in being poo-free

It's not as disgusting as it sounds even though the smell of manure wafted through the air this afternoon. Not quite like it does over in Germany but the smell definitely permeated the air in our neighborhood.

Actually, it's rather benign. No smelly grossness. No horrendous shrieks of 'where in the hell is a hazmat suit before I change this diaper!' No curiosity over how human beings so tiny can produce poo so foul you wonder what the hell is going on in their digestive tracks.

Nope, it's a term for curly haired people no longer using shampoo. I found out about www.naturallycurly.com from a thread on www.3waction.com. It has been a boon in finding other people sharing my angst over fine, wavy but way too fucking much hair.

I think this might help with my overall issues in having long hair. I've been toying in chopping things off again because I'm not happy with my hair. Ever since leaving Atlanta I haven't been happy with my hair. I left Sherri, who knew my hair. My hair loved Sherri. My hair doesn't love me because I no longer have ready access to Sherri.

Today is the first day of going poo-free after reading about the whole process over at Naturally Curly. I'm not chucking everything out the window since I refuse to waste the product I do have even if it's one bottle of curly hair gunk. Maybe my hair will start loving me if I bring back the slightly curly waves of my childhood. They still exist until I pull everything back into a ponytail out of frustration of crappy hair.

We'll see how this goes since I'm kicking up the spin classes and running now. I'm a big sweaty mess after spin or running so I don't know how poo-free I'll be. Maybe one day there'll be love all around for my hair.