Dan, you need read no further. Just move along. Nothing to see here.
Anyway, I can't remember the last time I fit my lady lumps into a bra that was smaller than a 36DD. Ah, that's probably hyperbole again. I can remember. Maybe 2 years ago I was a size 36D. Still. That's HUGE! Remember, I'm short. I don't even know how I've been walking around with this weight imbalance. By all scientific analysis I shouldn't have been able to stand up straight with those huge things parked way up there on my chest.
But after 3 and a half months or so on this plan, old Tweedledum and Tweedledee have been shrinking along with the rest of me. This is cause for much rejoicing (by me. Probably not by Dan....). Of course, the right boob is still a renegade, and it still pretty much does whatever it wants. But it's getting smaller despite itself.
I have a whole bunch of pretty bras that I couldn't bring myself to part with as my mammaries grew when I was packing on the pounds. Just like those size 12 and 10 jeans that I saved for "some day", I saved my bras hoping that one day my boobs might return to their former size.
This morning while I was tearing through my unmentionables to find something to hoist the old girls up, I came upon an a pretty black bra that's just been sitting there in there in the darkest corner of my drawer for years. It's been waiting, quietly, biding its time, hoping for the day when I would finally take it off the bench and put it back in the game. I looked at it, and figured, eh. What the hell, right? So I tried it on.
So, I'm not sure what the boob equivalent of a muffin top is, but I definitely had one. But still. Both lefty and righty were pushed and squeezed, adjusted and manipulated until they were squarely sitting inside my old 34C bra! Old googley eyed righty didn't even slip out all day!
And don't you know it? I wore that sucker to work today!
I'm still up at least half a pound (truth be told, I got back on the scale this morning and I was somehow up a pound and a half! ARGH! Talk about a lesson in why daily weighing is a bad idea!) but I don't care. I'm on plan, and I'm basking in the glory that is 34C.