I am finally losing weight. But it’s not as good as it sounds.
For anyone who has known me for less than five years: be prepared. Changes are coming. In fact, changes are here.
I have lost 2 cup sizes. Yep, two. On each side. So I guess that’s a total of four cup sizes.
Breastfeeding was a wonderful part of my early-mothering years. I will miss it dearly. I will also miss the two cup sizes that came along with it.
So I am off this week to purchase some new bras. Since I can put my fist in my old one, while I’m wearing it.
I guess the good news is that no one at my 20-year high school reunion will think a thing about it. I am what I am.
It’s my more recent acquaintances who will possibly notice something missing.
Alas, it’s back to my former self. At least “my girls” are healthy. I will take healthy over big, any day.