Face the face

I’m growing a beard. I did this not too long ago just to see if I could do it and it turned out reasonably well.

I’ve had a van dyke (a goatee is just the chin) for the better part of a decade. People seem to like it on me. In fact, there was a time where I nearly shaved it off and people freaked out. I also shaved it completely off once when I was trying to get back with my ex-wife while we were still just separated because she said she didn’t like it.

I don’t know how long I’m going to keep it once it comes in as full as it’s going to get, probably in another two weeks or so. If people make some positive comments, then I’ll keep it through the winter.

I guess one of the reasons I’m letting the beard come in was to change up my appearance in the easiest way possible (I need to buzz what I laughably call my head of hair too). I’m feeling unattractive and I guess if I psychoanalyze things, I’m trying to hide behind the beard.

One thing that is screamingly obvious is that I’m incredibly out of shape. I have not been able to work-out with any kind of consistency, which is sad because I work at the frickin’ YMCA.

Of course, what I should do is come in at 7 am and work out before I start my work day. Although, lately I’ve not been able to sleep well or get enough sleep. All weekend I was incredibly lethargic. My daughter was dragging me out of bed. I napped on the couch with her. She about killed me as she made me go running with her (okay, I encouraged that one…). I fell asleep on the couch before I was to take her home.

I feel terrible.