i finally got my package today.
you know…the boobie package!!!!
oh my god…they are beautiful…sexy…purrrrfect (the bras…ok and the boobs)
if i didn’t think i still had a ways to go in this whole toning journey i would totally post them all over this blog (the bras..with the boobies in them)
i kid – sorta
happy boobies woohoooo
too far? nah.
i’m just rejoicing in my boobies lol
my work out clothes are neatly folded on my dresser, waiting for me when the work day is done.
my runners are dusted off…they have only been used…a little…cause well they look good with my jeans on dress down day.
i’ve tried to memorize the three digits on the lock i just bought…you’d think i would remember it…alas…old age has taken over
so i am ready and nervous and scared and excited and…and…and
oh god i’m gonna hurl.
it’s like the first day of school…but i am sooo much cooler now lol
hard to believe I KNOW!!!
in my late teens and early to mid twenties
the cool thing to do was to go to clubs and party all night long
drink the boys under the table
and sleep all day…and then do it all over the next
for my prom…all i had to do to lose a dress size
was twitch my nose and voila
a size two was born.
you know why?
cause i was cool
i look at dessert and i gain 5 pounds.
the thought of going to a club and keepin’ up with the boys makes me sleepy..and anxious
and two glasses of wine is over my limit (ok i thought about it…i can do more than 2 glasses hello) and it takes me three times as long to recover.
sure…you young bucks reading this must think i am so lame
but haven’t you heard?
that the bird is the word?
i mean…the new cool is the gym.
seriously…look it up!
i have finally figured out in my old age
that eating healthy + working out…
so wish me luck…and hope i fit in with the cool kids…
who am i kidding…they’ll looooove me!
(And yessss…that pic i posted could be me!)
and as for my post from yesterday?
about my boobies?
my bra pusher sent me another picture. 2 bras are on their way to me. 85% off
god help me
she knows my drug. she feeds my drug
i love her.
and for more unrelated bee news
did you know i have a myspace account?
cause i sure as hell forgot i did. lol. i rediscovered it last night.
oh…mind, why do you fail me so?
umm, by the way…listen to my latest addiction right here
yeah i said it
i wanna talk about boobies.
don’t worry, this isn’t a picture post!
i’ve sorta been obsessed with my boobs lately.
sounds odd i know…but stay with me.
let me tell you a story
i was a late bloomer.
i remember being a kid and trying on my moms bras
yes…weird i know.
when i was 6 i prayed to God to have boobies like my grandma – to say she was big chested is an understatement.
i would shut my eyes tight and just pray.
i remember being 13-14 years old and making my mom take me shopping for training bras
i really didn’t need them. at all.
ask the boys i went to school with…especially a guy named Troy. his nick name for me was “mosquito bites”
that spread like wild fire.
all the other girls needed to wear them…and when i changed for gym class i wanted to be wearing one too.
enter grade 9.
something happened to me the summer before grade 9 started.
and i don’t mean budded…i mean i grew a woman’s body over night.
be careful what you wish for.
my bounty was plentiful
my cup runneth over.
all of a sudden people noticed me
and by people i mean boys.
all of a sudden i was asked out.
it was all about the “girls”
i was blessed in the boob department.
i hated it.
the saying, you always want what you don’t have is true.
i wore baggy shirts to draw the least amount of attention to them
i hated feeling like i was an object
i hated my boobs.
but then i realized…people would stare no matter what i was wearing
and so i embraced my boobie-liciousness
wore tight shirts and was proud of ’em.
i was envious of the girls who could wear t-shirts with no bras
those were the kind of boobs i wanted.
a few years ago…when i lost a ton of weight…i was finally, for the first time…since i was 15
able to rock a shirt with no bra.
i think i might have cried a bit.
then, but of course, i gained some weight back over the years…and voila
the girls were back baby.
this time around…i lost alot of the girls. a hell of a lot.
i actually spent about 200 bucks on new bras before i started low carbing…and 3 months later i needed a new supply.
my boobs are no longer plentiful…
really….i wear a size small sports bra now and it’s loose.
i think the constant up and down on the weight ladder
has confused them…
they are just not as perky as they used to be 🙂
they no longer stand at attention like…oh…when i was 17.
and yes, i am sure aging hasn’t helped.
i could wear a tshirt without a bra…but i don’t think i would punish the general public
they did nothing wrong.
i have been anti any kind of surgery that “fixes” what age takes away, but seriously…
these past couple of weeks i have been boobie obsessed
and have been thinking a little lift and tuck might not be a bad thing
and this has been an ode to my boobies.
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