Normally my shower is full of poo. There’s poo in every corner. In all shapes and colors. Each one with its own aroma. Each one leaves its own texture. I hate to get rid of it.
And yes. You read that correctly.
I have a love affair with poo. We stockpile every kind, from Pantene, to Paul Mitchell to Selsun Blue (OK, that’s my husband’s) I love the sudsy goodness on my scalp, the fragrance of… whatever it is, the creamy rinse that leaves my hair so sleek and utterly comb-able. I love shampoo.
And now I’ve gone and thrown it all away.
Today is detox day #12. I’m sorry I didn’t write sooner about it, but to be honest, I’ve been suffering a deep, dark withdrawal that I wasn’t ready to share with the world. I mean, NO POO??? I felt a bit like a criminal somehow, walking around with un-shampooed hair. After all, somebody might catch me… and then what would they think?
But I had to at least try, just to see it it’s even possible.
And then I think about all those people, since the dawn of time who didn’t have these sudsy little bottles for their hair. They never knew the joy of a salon-styled, freshly blow dried coif. They had to wash in the river for crying out loud. At least my hair won’t smell like fish!
If you spend at least four seconds surfing Al Gore’s internet, you will learn there are zillions of ways to quit shampoo. But I opted for the most basic route first. Water washing.
Of course I’ve often gone for days without washing my hair. We all have. It’s good for you, or so they say. But what I’d never done before is wet my unwashed hair. I mean NEVER. In fact, I would wash my hair just because it got wet!
So Day 1 was like a total shower crisis. There I was, having wet my hair. And that was it. I attempted a comb, and to my surprise, I was easily able to comb through it. Sigh of relief. And that was the moment I realized I’d been holding my breath.
Day 2 of No Poo. Still scared out of my mind. My husband’s dandruff shampoo mocked me from it’s shelf, with it’s bright happy colors and swirly little fonts- like it was having a party and I wasn’t invited. I gritted my teeth and did the comb test. Everything felt MUCH thicker, and definitely greasier. But the comb sailed through.
Day 3- I was so distraught from days 1 and 2 that I threw it in a ponytail and didn’t wash. Denial Day
Day 4 was not so good. When I wet my hair, it felt like someone had dumped a bottle of bacon grease in it. Not the slippery kind of greasy feeling like conditioner. But a sticky greasy feeling, like rubbing my hands across a carpet full of Crisco and bubble gum. Not fun. But I persevered. When I blow dried, it looked light and fluffy, but the texture was sticky straw. Yuck. Another pony tail
Day 5. I couldn’t WAIT to get in the shower and rinse all that nasty…oh wait… I still couldn’t use shampoo. No degreaser. No wonderfully dried out scalp and locks. That was the day I almost cried. If there had been something other than Selsun Blue available, I might have caved. Again I persevered. And wore a pony tail. Which was pretty much slicked to my head. Gross
Day 6. I rinsed. And I rinsed and I rinsed. And I rinsed and I rinsed and I rinsed and I rinsed… And I combed my hair under the shower water. And I rinsed. And I combed. And I rinsed. And I combed. Maybe I was imagining it, but it felt a little better. That day I blow dried and wore it down. But I kept TOUCHING it because the texture was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Not straw exactly, but thicker and courser than my hair had ever felt in my life. And it dawned on me that I had barely lost ANY hair in the shower the last 5 days. Hmmmm. Interesting…
Day 7. Well, Day 6 had been such a success that I didn’t want to mess it up- so it was a ponytail day. I was still scarred from Day 5 and dreading the next “water wash”
Day 8. Rinse. Comb. Rinse. Comb. Every time I ran the comb through my hair, I studied it to see HOW LITTLE HAIR came out!!! Could this be for real??? Blow dry was successful, but just in case, I wore a ponytail
Day 9. Perhaps the beginning of a breakthrough. Perhaps not. I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but it’s all starting to feel a little more normal now. After my blow dry, I kept running my hand through my hair and thinking “Perhaps this is how my natural hair is, and I’ve never known it my entire life!” That thought kept me going to Day 10. It was kind of exciting. Like meeting a friend I never knew. My REAL hair!!! Maybe it would be better than my chemical treated hair! Oh the possibilities!!!
Day 10. More of the same. Still adjusting to and excited to discover my real hair- for better or for worse, this was my hair the way God intended. And it’s DEFINITELY much thicker. MUCH, MUCH THICKER.
Day 11. My hair was less “stiff” after blow-dry. It’s starting to relax more now and find a balance. I can run my fingers through it during the day and 1. they do’t get stuck and 2. It actually feels nice- although the new, thick texture is totally foreign to me!
Day 12. I did NOT blow dry. My hair FELT smooth and flowing, but it looked unstyled (as it always does without a blow dry) so I really don’t know what I was thinking. Perhaps I thought that getting in touch with my new, NATURAL hair would suddenly turn me in to the next Loreal model. Ha! A girl can dream, can’t she?
So that’s my No Poo Adventure so far. I’m determined to make it to 30 days before giving a definitive assessment. And perhaps I will try a different No Poo technique after that.
I know I had you on the edge of your seat with this journey. So stay tuned for the next installment of my poo-free adventure!