Finally putting this rack to good use in my Lara Croft costume! Gave my husband a complete nerdgasm, yo. Y’all shoulda seen the look on his face! Gotta admit that walking around in public like this was a wee bit out of my comfort zone.
I made this to signify why Hooters never made it big in the UK.*
Did I mention I love Hooters?
America has Hooters.
I love Hooters.
*In actual fact, I made this when a 55 year old woman I used to work with who loved trying to gross me out suggested that she would ruin my experience of Hooters by turning up to work in a Hooters t-shirt.
Laughing too hard right now. I need to make myself this t-shirt and wear it every damn day.
Yesterday was P90X Back & Biceps, otherwise known as “an hour of curls and pull-ups.” And don’t forget our favorite, the Ab Ripper bonus. I tried really hard to elevate my game on this disc yesterday, making myself do good negatives for the pull-ups. I can’t do a real pull-up yet but I can do negatives, where you jump up and then lower yourself down nice and slow.
This morning I awakened to a fine big mess of DOMS all over the torso and boob area. I mean, in theory it’s my pecs. But it really feels like my whole breast situation is just sore. Like, when I bent over to put something in the laundry, the boobs moved around and I just had to groan out loud. Oh golly. Also the part of the abs that is right below the rib cage is quite sore as well.
So I’m feeling pretty proud of myself, actually. I did some work!
This afternoon’s project: Kale chips. Report to follow.
SIGH. So much bad alignment in one pose! She needs to tilt the sit bones waaaayy up so that the hams have to open and do the work they’re supposed to be doing in this pose. As it is, see how her back is all bent down? NO. Once she tilts her pelvis right, the spine will extend and straighten and magically look a million times better. And then, she’s got her shoulders right up to her ears… slide those things back down the back please before you give yourself a headache, girl! Also please get your head in line with your spine.
And what is it about her boobs? Something about the way everything is hanging kinda makes it look as if her breasts are… attached upside-down. Like they need to be screwed on one more turn. Hmm. Is that just me? Anyone else out there see it too?
The weigh-in, not so hot. Gained 2.5 lbs, up to 137.5. OH HELLO AGAIN OLD FRIEND. Very annoying. However, I realized I did feel a certain difference in the experience. I no longer think of myself as someone who weighs 137.5. No, I actually think of myself as somebody who weighs 135 who just ate way too many carbs last week. Which I believe is the truth here. I was playing around with eating more carbs and sure enough, they had their scientifically-proven side effect of water retention. So I’m going to try to be a bit more serious this week with carb intake. Apparently even the magic of IF is not proof against the evil magic of excessive carbs.
BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THAT.
My NSV is this: I went bra shopping with my daughter. We went to one of those bra salons where the lady comes in the stall with you and touches your boobs a whole lot and shoves them around in the cups. And we got new bras… for ME. In actual US sizes! Yes! I’ve been wearing ridiculous, immense, UK-sized bras for so, so, so long now, bras I had to order from the Internet. To actually go to a store right here in my own town and just buy a bra off the shelf? Priceless. And also about $30 cheaper than my Internet bras. I am back in normal-people sizes! And I could not be more thrilled about it, people. Seriously doing the happy dance right now.
The long-awaited racerback bras arrived in the mail yesterday afternoon, and they fit. Actually they are even a smidge big. But I can’t be arsed to return them and fool around with trying to fit myself to a new bra size over long distance right now. I’m taking my new bras out shopping. This afternoon, I think.
In some ways, these new bras represent one of the last pieces of the puzzle for me. Now that I have a couple of these bras, I can try on and maybe even buy some of the pretty yoga tops that every other yogini in the country seems to own. So to me, these bras represent a chance to blend into the crowd, to be more like everyone else I admire. I’ve spent quite a lot of energy over my adult life working at blending in better and I have to say I’ve never been sorry about that. It’s been well worth it for me. I’ve learned that I can be funny, quirky and even a bit eccentric without having to feel isolated, alienated or alone. I’ve learned that this is possible when one puts a bit of effort into controlling the message via the medium of self-presentation. And in this new life that I’m designing for myself, racerback bras are part of the necessary equipment. So I am super-stoked to have a couple!
In other news, I am not doing a good job of keeping up with Tumblr at all. So if I have missed a sweet post of yours, I apologize. I’ve been face-down in my YTT homework. This week we are studying the classically hippy-dippy topics of prana, the koshas, the gunas and the doshas, and of course the chakras and the nadis. It’s a lot of information to take in! Although it’s so far-out that I feel as if I should put air quotes around the word “information.”
I have! :( But the size they gave me was still way too big(literally, people who weigh 500lbs were that size(she said 48C… …….)), I can fit into, comfortably and without looking like I’m about to die, in bras 10 inches less than that. Blerg! Forever huge back boned.
I was going to message you back but stupid tumblr limits the length of my reply. So here it is in all its TL;DR glory.
The deal with bras is this: the strap must stay anchored below the shoulderblades all day, and the underwires must sit back firmly against the breastbone. If the back of the bra rides up, the bra number (band size) is too big. If the underwire does not sit firmly against the chest, the bra just plain does not fit, probably because the cups are too small. And of course, the breast tissue should be completely inside the cup — no extra boobs popping out the top or the sides or, worst of all, the bottom. So let go of any ideas you may have about what size you think you are supposed to be wearing and especially don’t pay any heed to what size bras other people are wearing, because more than half the ladies you meet are not wearing the right size. You can tell because half the time the bra rides up in back, which is easy to spot because then the boobs fall down to Australia, and half the time they have the telltale extra boobs popping out the top. (I call that 4-boob.)
You must allow yourself to get WHATEVER size bra fulfills your fit requirements: the strap does not shift about at all and the cups contain the boob completely and there is no 4-boob. When I try on a bra, I test it out by doing yoga in the fitting room, making sure to do some Down Dogs and an inversion or two to see if my boobs will jump out of the cups or shift around a lot, or if the band will ride up. I am a severe tester by this time, because I ain’t spending $50 on a bra that doesn’t work, damn it. And in my size, there is no $12-on-sale-cheap option available.
Now, most ladies need a smaller band and a larger cup size. I wear an H cup myself, yet I am in a size Medium shirt now, and my band size is only 30. This is a rare size and shopping for it is a challenge! But based on your description it sounds as if you have the opposite problem: fairly generous band size with a smaller cup. That can also be a challenge to shop for, since bra makers tend to assume that your cups are growing as your band size grows. (Oddly, garment makers also seem to think women get taller as they gain weight … but that is a rant for another day.)
I don’t really understand what you mean when you say you can fit into a smaller size bra without looking like you are going to die. What is that? Do you mean that you can squeeze into it without experiencing actual chest pain? You don’t want a bra which will be so snug that from behind, you have funky back boobs. A good-fitting bra will smooth out the line of your back a bit.
So that is my take on bras: it doesn’t really matter what size the label says. Nobody will know anyway!! (Unless, like me, you blog about it.) What matters is if the damn thing really really really fits you perfectly. I wish I could recommend a good site for you but I am not in the UK (although my bras are from the UK) so I don’t know what to recommend. Keep shopping until you find bras that truly fit. You deserve it!!
LOL, I would be grinning like a fool too if I just stood around the gym squatting the empty bar. Maybe she is just trying to get the massive wedgie out before she gets a few plates on that bar. Hey, can anyone tell me — will my tits start to float like that if I squat a bunch of air? No? Damn this life.
Lost another 2 lbs, down to 137, boo-yah!! What a great feeling. I know I should not attach too much importance to the scale, I know it’s just an arbitrary measurement, I know, I know, I know. But I can’t help it. I love to see that number go down! Especially since the band of my bras is still tight, but I can feel the cups getting a bit loose so I know I’m losing boob… and that is so good in my book. Leave, giant boobs! It was fun having you on my torso all these years but honestly, I’m so over it. Go on and bother somebody else now.
All the dips I’ve been doing at the gym are having some effect as well: I was standing in the shower, soaping myself, and got hypnotized with watching my arms extending and relaxing, seeing my triceps pop out like rocks every time. Neat! (I use my tris a lot in my work so working them is a big priority for me.)
I’m happy to report that chili was a big success, such a big success that I ultimately had no leftovers at all. Since I was planning on serving those leftovers later this week, that means I’ll need to dig some frozen something-or-other out of my stash to replace that! I’m thinking drumsticks. Also ridiculously delicious: butternut squash and greens. Wow, so tasty.
On tap for today: trying out the recipe for coconut-flour tortillas from Paleo Comfort Foods. Wish me luck!
Just got back from watching this re-release in the theater with my family. My daughter and I basically gave this film the MST3K treatment, because OMG when you watch it in 3D, only one thing springs to the eye, and that thing is: boobs. Remember the 3 blonde chicks in the village who are in love with Gaston? They all have huge hooters and the animators took extra care to make each set of boobs sort of jump and wiggle around in every scene. Holy God but it was freaky! My daughter and I were snorting with laughter. Of course, Belle had almost no boobs at all. SIGH. Where is the Disney princess who will represent ME?
Also, wow, I had forgotten what a massive, creepy rapist Gaston is. It was really great to watch him plummet to his death at the end of the movie there. In the scene where we first meet Gaston, his little flunky is carrying some sort of dead animal, and we could not figure it out. It had antlers… and a raccoon’s tail… and some sort of little paws at the front end… but no actual head or face… wtf?
And when the Beast transforms back into a human? Yeah, his nose was even bigger than I remembered. Huge. I mean, damn. Just - damn.
Oh, and the freakiest thing was a bit of a throwaway. So, the enchantress curses the young prince to be a beast, right? And she says that his only chance is to get somebody to fall in love with him by his 21st birthday, right? Now, fast-forward to the dinner scene, where Lumiere is putting on a show for Belle, and what does he say? “10 years we’ve been rusting/Needing so much more than dusting… ” 10 years? So that means the enchantress cursed an … 11 year old boy? For being a spoiled brat? THAT IS SO HARSH. What a massive bitch she must have been. SO WRONG!
And my daughter turns to me at the end of the movie and she says, “There’s no way that kid Chip (the little teacup) is 10 years old, Mom.” I agree with her. It’s doubly mysterious since there’s no Mr. Potts in the movie. My daughter says darkly, “This is Lumiere’s work.” LOL!
Have you seen this one, by lululemon? shop.lululemon.com/prod…
Thanks for thinking of me! I went and checked it out and here’s what I found:
1. I can’t wear it over my bra because the straps are thin and would make my unsexy Freya sport bra be all visible in a medical-truss-looking sort of way.
2. I can’t simply wear it as my bra because it is simultaneously too big and too small. The band is too big because they only go down to a 32 band and I wear a 30 band in bras. (If the band is too big, my boobs will fall out the bottom. Not good.) Yet the cups only go up to DD which is, amazingly, not even anywhere close to large enough. I wear UK size 30H. I can’t even find US bras in my size, but I’m pretty sure that’s actually a K cup in US sizes. It’s not that the boobs themselves are that massive; it’s more that my rib cage is pretty small so the difference between the boobs and the rib cage means a large cup size. Okay, actually the boobs are pretty massive, I guess. (Sadly, my Asian DNA completely failed me here, giving the floor over to the German DNA. Boo.)
It’s sad that I was born in modern times. I’m pretty sure that in ages past, men would sing sonnets and erect fancy monuments to my boobs. That’s how epic they are. I try to love them but honestly they are like bad roommates sometimes. Always around, taking up space in the furniture and getting in my way. Bumping into me and never apologizing. Eh.
chasingaten asked: the crappy part about being a life long heavy is you get so used to it. my boobs are like my crutch. i do need to accept that i can live with smaller boobs lol.
It’s true, we get quite attached to our bodies. Our boobs, our butts, our cheeks, whatever! I remember when I’d lost about 25 lbs or so, looking in the mirror and realizing that as my face got slimmer, my nose looked comparatively larger. I felt a bit ambivalent about that, I must say. I was pretty pleased my boobs shrank. The old bras got looser and looser. When I reached my original goal weight of 150 lbs, I went to get new bras. But since I lost 6 inches in my rib cage measurement, and since cup size is a measurement of the difference between your ribcage and your bustline… the upshot was that I did not go down as many cup sizes as I’d hoped. I’m still in British sizes, y’all! 32H, if you must know. Which sounds ridiculously large, I know, and yet I now wear a medium in T-shirts.
As my weight is continuing to creep downward, the latest thing is now noticing that my once-majestic ass is starting to kinda flatten out a bit. I’m part Thai — and it looks like I may have an actual Asian-girl butt hiding out under my flab. Who knew? I’m a little sad about that. I liked having a great butt and I’ll be bummed out if it completely melts away. But that’s such a First World Problem, isn’t it? OH WAH MY BUTT IS TOO SMALL WAAAHHH. I guess if it happens, I’ll just learn to live with it. Buy jeans a little differently. Although, frankly, it would take A LOT to entice me away from my RL Ralph Lauren Petites jeans: high-waisted to hide the flaws, narrow-legged to show off the good stuff.
But what you said about getting so used to it — that’s really important. You DO get used to seeing yourself a certain way. And even after you lose weight, it takes a long, long time to start seeing yourself differently. Don’t worry about it. You will be even more beautiful than you are now, sweetie, when your new body begins to reveal itself.