Continuing to Occupy Myself

So yesterday Ames and I did manage to get out for a walk. I was very excited that I felt good enough to walk for almost an hour, but then got discouraged when I checked the distance on mapmyrun.com and realized we hadn't even walked two miles. Ouch. I know it's not the distance that matters, but the fact that I got out there and exercised without overdoing it. I'd also walked to Starbucks and back that morning, which is a good mile, so there's that as well. Plus I slept better last night.

We ended our walk at the little shopping center behind my house; Pinchloaf asked me to pick up some gum for him if I got the chance. I also decided that I was bored enough to invest in something to occupy myself, namely an at-home leg waxing kit. Seemed like a reasonable enough idea at the time.

The only thing I've ever had waxed before is my eyebrows, which I'll get done every six months or so, or if a special occasion warrants getting hair ripped off my face. Yes, it's a little uncomfortable, but worth the 10 bucks when I get too lazy to groom them myself. The last time I'd gotten my eyebrows done (the day before my surgery), I looked at the cost of leg waxing and it was around $25. Probably an okay deal, but not really worth the money to me. I'd much rather pay $10 for the kit and the privilege to torture myself rather than let some strange woman in a nail salon experience all that joy.

I heated up the wax in its little tub in the microwave. I'd gotten the "sensitive skin" kit, and the wax was a soothing purple color and smelled of artificial lavender. Mmmm, a spa experience right in my own kitchen! I spread a thin layer of purple wax, which greatly resembled saltwater taffy (yum!) on my shin in a downward motion, as the enclosed leaflet instructed me. I pressed a rectangle of ripping cloth (well, that's what I'm calling it) over the wax and eagerly tore it off. It was much, much more painful than I'd ever anticipated, but beauty is pain right?

I managed to rip off the hair all the way around on the lower part of my right leg before deciding that 1. This was bullshit, and 2. There was no way I was going to be able to do this all over again on the other leg, much less finish this one. So I quit, like the big quitter I am.

My waxed leg turned a lovely shade of pink, and little raised spots were popping up all over the place. It might be easier to get it done "professionally", if only because the main reason I failed was that I just couldn't make myself tear off the hair with any vigor after about the third time, which of course just made it worse, really. So now I'm back to needing to just shave my legs already. Oh, to be 14 again, when I staunchly refused to shave my legs, mostly because I liked grossing people out.