In other news: I was fitted for a bra (again) today and discovered that
my torso measurement has gone from 42 inches down to 38 inches – and it feels
truly great to be under 40! However my
cup size is apparently a “G”. I just
kind of blinked at the Sales Representative, doing the numbers in my head…
Triple D, then E, then F, then… me.
Huh? Aren’t cup sizes like that reserved
for ladies who have had significant surgical intervention?!
Apparently “G” though just means DDDD, and we skip E and F for some
reason. Don’t ask me to explain, I was
too busy hiding my sense of horror. I’ve
been wearing DD for years and thought that was huge. I was fitted for a bra because all the cups
on mine have been gaping open and I’d assumed the silly things had finally
(thankfully) shrunk. But no – as my
torso shrank they have somehow grown two cups larger instead. And no, I do not have the slightest clue how
this is physiologically possible.
Perhaps I’ve been wearing the wrong, way too small-size for years and
due to some strange fashion flub my way too small sizes have somehow all been freakishly
large? I really don’t know.
It shouldn’t have upset me, I’ve lost weight and in the spot where it
counted (my torso) and that quite obviously showed. I’m just tired of hauling around these
useless, lumpy things on my front and I want them to shrink already – instead they
appear to somehow be doing the opposite.
I wonder if it’s all the upper body weight training workouts? If the muscles that support the chest and
shoulders have increased in size, I suppose that would do the trick.
I’m going to assume that’s the case.
So… yay me?
Overall though the experience was really lovely. The importance of a bra that fits correctly
cannot be stressed enough. Not only does
it help your back and posture but all your clothes on top just look ten times
better. It defines the waistline
beautifully – so I am extremely grateful for the intrepid friends and saleslady
who spent time and consideration helping me learn to recognize exactly what a
correct fit looks like on my changing shape and what that can do for me.
Lastly, I tried an experiment this week. I got a tin of 72% dark chocolate wedges from Trader Joe’s,
reasoning to myself that it won’t trigger chocolate binging because dark is my
least favorite type, and two small pieces should be both satisfying and quite
health beneficial.
I managed to stop my voracious binge on the stuff after eating about
half the container. Hey, small victory,
at least I didn’t hork down the entire thing?
Chocolate though, in any form, obviously still needs very tight
regulation in my life.
At least I know.
At least I know.
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| On the plus side, this will make dressing up as Wonder Woman in the future a heck of a lot easier. |
And knowing is half the battle!
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