I made a promise to my hair that I wouldn’t cut it off until the temperature reached 20 in Malta. A few days ago I couldn’t wait any longer, despite the 16 degrees we had that day. I grabbed the hair trimmer and went nuts… and bald while singing “Ain’t no body dope as me I’m dressed so fresh so clean”.

It was quite a relief when I saw that big chunk of hair in the sink and all though I had broken my 20 degree curfew I was happy with my choice, until I came outside. Needless to say the wind was punishing me for my sub 20 degree haircut. Later that day when I got used to seeing my bald head in the mirror I noticed how round my face was and as I looked down (no not that far!) I, for some reason realized that I had gained weight. AHA! A new 20 degree challenge!

Having the epiphany of my ridiculous decline in strength and agility the other day while attempting a handstand, combined with the realization of my weight gain over this past winter. I’ve decided that when 20 degrees hits, I will take a picture as a “before reference”. Within 1 month I’m planning to have gotten into shape and then I will take an “after reference” picture.

Granted, I’m somewhat of an exhibitionist but the reason why I choose picture over weighing myself is because muscles weigh more than fat and kilos and hectograms don’t give me satisfaction. Looking in the mirror and liking what you see is a whole lot more fun. Speaking of fun, here’s a video of me shaving my head