Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Yup - I went there! A few years ago, I went there with the staff at the day care I use and the next day, the whole bunch of them were wearing new bras!
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU BOUGHT A NEW BRA????
It's not a rhetorical question. I'll tell you when I bought the last one. 3 years ago. Victoria's Secret. Purple with full coverage cup. Still have the thing, and wore it up until last month. I'd been surviving before that on nursing bras and/or the old stretched out ones that were quite unflattering, but when you are perpetually pregnant like me, you make do.
So 3 years ago - I gave the then 2 kids to hubby and disappeared into the mall. All was quiet in VS. I had the place to myself. Nirvana. The staff pounced on me immediately asking if I needed help, and I obliged them. I said, "The girls need some help. Some padding for shape might be good, a thicker band and at least 3 hooks is a must. I don't want to trip over these things any more." So the sprightly young kids got to work helping me out like Santa's elves. In turn, I entertained them thoroughly with my Joan Rivers sense of humor about kids and boobs, giving them the wisdom that they are never the same after you have a kid. Someday, they will remember me, when they are looking at their once perky boobs in the mirror and thinking, "God, that crazy lady was right."
But I digress, The purple beast is now taking a powder - permanently. She's retired - no longer fits, thank goodness. Another kid came along and she was semi-retired, and the good old nursing bras came out again. Those got the old heave-ho months ago. But then I had to dive back into "that drawer" that everyone has - you have one too, I'm sure of it. It's the one where the workout clothes go to hide when you are not working out, and the bras you love are hidden, waiting to make a comeback. I've had to dive into "that drawer" recently and it was so very sad.
I have a large collection of very sad looking bras. They were once in their glory with tight elastic and crisp clean colors. Somehow, over time and use, they have lost their pretty luster and elasticity. Kind of like my boobs.
I resort to my favorites, of course. The wash cycle kills them even faster and the rotation gets smaller and smaller, as slowly the poor things wither away (the bras, not my boobs, thank you very much).
And then there was one.
The favorite. It was my purple one for me. Loved that thing. I miss it so.
Since it's retirement, I had found some new old clothes that I didn't fit into and there was a new collection to rifle through. Brand new bras I had worn only a few times before the kids came along. What luck! I was just about to go out and visit the girls at VS for a new one when I struck gold. Some are a little tight, but I have a new favorite. The rotation is bigger and better now. After having such a meager selection before, I feel like a model. I can't wait to get to my goal weight because I am really going bra shopping and restocking the whole wardrobe. Maybe even matching underwear!
For me, shopping for bras is just like shopping for bathing suits. I'd just rather not. Now that the body is changing, maybe it won't be as bad.
So, look at your collection. It may be time to reevaluate those that give you the most support. They might be needing some help of their own. And your favorite (and you know you have one) may need to take a break too. It deserves a vacation and some new friends to hang out with in "that drawer."
In rereading this very long blog - the bra confession seems quite similar to other scenarios in life. How funny is that. Who knew.
Monday, March 17, 2008
I missed sparking and logging - I'm officially addicted to this website
Hello, I'm Anne and I'm a SparkPeople addict.
There, I feel better.
So I went away this weekend to Boston to see my lovely younger sister - and we had a great weekend with everyone. We were 6 in total, and after her ceremony, we chilled out and hung out, napped, and then out to dinner to a very fancy restaurant. (I didn't log on for one whole day - I could have, but I didn't. I wanted to test my will power and judgement - and I think I passed with flying colors!) We had raw fish and ceviche, and cooked fish with fancy veggies with bits of lobster (try logging that stuff - I tried and am probably way off), a marguarita with black tea, mango and tahitian chile pepper that tasted like a grape lollipop, and a lemon tart.
A cookie and a drink here and there - not too much water drunk in the car for travling purposes - that's where I was bad. Oh, and I can't forget the corned beef dinner with the inlaws when I got home. That's where I fell off the wagon, but I could have been WAY worse. I got full so fast!
It was fun going away and seeing my sister - I'm so proud of her! She's going to do just fine in her profession. And I got to know her boyfriend, who is such a sweetheart, even better. Mind you, they've been together since my oldest was a baby, and the poor guy has seen me pregnant, nursing, fat, not-so-fat, pregnant, nursing, fat...etc. etc... The most fun was teasing him when I was nursing. Every single time, he'd walk in on me in full nurse mode and he'd get so embarrassed! It started to become a great joke.
Walking around the Beacon Hill district was great fun - I'm a wrought iron, cobble stone, old architecture junkie. Quaint little shops and small streets are idylic for a good mental story of the past. I think I had another life back when corsets and carriages were the norm. That's probably why my waist doesn't want to be seen! It was always cinched in and is still waiting for it's corset!
So now I'm back and on the wagon again. Next trip - camping! And that is another challenge altogether...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Things always seem brighter in the morning, with the start of a new day.
Things are in perspective and this too shall pass.
SP is such an asset to me that it isn't funny! I hope this website is always free! or else I would be lost!
So here is to an new day!
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
It was good to get back on the treadmill. I got a whole hour in this afternoon and burned 350 cals.
The finger is feeling much much better - i can't wait to actually wash the thing...Gross, huh? 48 hours is over - hooray!
Some other stuff went on today, which I'd love to write about, but right now, I'm keeping it close to home...so whoever reads this, say a prayer for my goodhealth and well being.
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