Day 19 of the Shred and with only one more day left of level 2 I am hurting. I’m hurting bad. The only good thing is I am hurting in new places, places that weren’t hurting so much a week ago… my abs (especially my obliques), my quads, my shoulders and my boobs. Maybe the boobs hurting isn’t such a good thing.
Now here is where I acknowledge that my Dad secretly reads my blog even if he won’t cop to it. Dad, I swear to God if you say anything to me ever about this post I will never speak to you again. Why? Well the last time (and only time) you said something about my boobs it was sobering and then awkward with a capital “A”. Seriously, Dad, if you love me, you will click away NOW!
A couple of days ago I came across this great blogger who had me nodding my head, laughing a little and saying “yes” out loud. Like her, before kids, I was a member of the IBTC. I was quite happy with my barely A-cup “lot in life”. So what if I couldn’t rock the low-cut, cleavage baring tops. I could go bra-less, if I chose to, anytime I wanted to. I was quite content with what I lacked. Then I started having the babies and was breastfeeding the babies. The girls met the challenge and then some and although they weren’t HUGE, they were substantially bigger. I loved the cleavage and the attention…for about 8 hours or so. Then the baby making and baby feeding days were past me and I still had the bigger girls.
Oh hell no!
So now I am trying not to throw up when I am shredding and the biggest challenge besides not “gargling my heart”? Seriously, not putting my eye out with the girls bouncing this way and that way.
Jillian has the same issue and honestly, Jillian, you are killing me. I can’t take your girls and mine bouncing, especially when they get that weird, sister~boob~sync going. It is wrong. Almost as wrong as my Dad making some drunken comment comparing my boobs to his ex-mother-in-law’s. Dad, seriously, I told you to click away!
So this week, as I begin level 3 (whoo-hoo) I am making it my mission to get me a better athletic bra. I’m looking for something that can keep those C-cup girls in their place and not bouncing up into my throat like Jillian’s do.