As you may or may not know, I participated in the Holmes family biggest loser competition. I figured I had no chance of winning since by the time the competition started, I had already lost about 17 pounds, so I didn't have a whole lot more weight to lose. Turns out, I came really close to winning, but the only reason I came so close to winning is because I lost 4 pounds within the two days before the competition ended. I couldn't believe my eyes when I stepped on the scale on Tuesday. I kept weighing myself throughout the day to see if maybe I just had an empty stomach or something. But no, the weight remained constant. I was pretty pleased, and I attributed the loss to my increased running distance. I had been running a little more than usual to ensure that I would preform well in the Holmes 5K. However, I was a little less than pleased when I stepped into the shower that evening...
(no, this isn't my shower, though I wish it were)
When I looked down, I was shocked to find that overnight, I had gone from something like this...
...to something more along the lines of this...
And today I was slapped in the face with the reality of it all when I went in for a bra fitting. The last time I was fitted for a bra, I was a D cup. This time, I was a B. I've never been a B cup before. The only thing I can figure is that all the running I did somehow triggered something in my body to completely shut down milk production, because up until that day, I could still get a drop or two. But after the deflation day, there was not a drop to be found.
So, I'm a little disheartened about the whole thing. I'm temped to put some weight back on so I can be back to my old size, but I know that if I do that, the weight will just go right to my gut, and I'll keep the same bra size. So I guess I'll just be average size until I get knocked up again :)
When I looked down, I was shocked to find that overnight, I had gone from something like this...
...to something more along the lines of this...
And today I was slapped in the face with the reality of it all when I went in for a bra fitting. The last time I was fitted for a bra, I was a D cup. This time, I was a B. I've never been a B cup before. The only thing I can figure is that all the running I did somehow triggered something in my body to completely shut down milk production, because up until that day, I could still get a drop or two. But after the deflation day, there was not a drop to be found.
So, I'm a little disheartened about the whole thing. I'm temped to put some weight back on so I can be back to my old size, but I know that if I do that, the weight will just go right to my gut, and I'll keep the same bra size. So I guess I'll just be average size until I get knocked up again :)
2 comments:
It's like that sad but funny commercial with the cartoon man and woman. When he diets he just shrinks size, when she diets only her boobs shrink and nothing else. It just sucks in general and it doesn't get better--you just adjust. That's the sad truth--at least in my experience!
Well, in spite of the shrinking body parts - I think you look fabulous! But then I love Polly from Pond Life- so I suppose I'm not a reliable source. Maybe the haircut was to take your mind off the dwindling bosooms?
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