Bring me more steak!
Folks, the diet is working. I went to my parents’ house this weekend and weighed myself on the only scale I trust. Eight pounds. Eight gross, jiggly, bumpy pounds. Gone. In four weeks. Fuckin’ A, bubba.
And before I even weighed myself, I knew I’d lost weight. Apart from the stuff I wrote about last week, I could feel the pounds melting away in my boobs. My bras have felt a bit loose lately. It’s a big bummer, actually. I’d like those pounds to be leaving my ass, but I’ll take what I can get.
So, feeling pretty good about my more svelte self, I went to Nordie’s with mom to buy some new undies. Specifically, I needed undergarments to wear when I’m trying on wedding dresses (eeeeeeeekkkk!) in a few weeks. So, I grabbed a few nude-colored strapless bras and headed to the dressing room. The cute little thing who let me into the room asked me if I needed to be fitted. I told her no, I’ve been a 36C since I was a sophomore in high school and I’d been refitted a few years ago. She looked right at my chest and said, “Are you sure? You look more like a 34.”
I fell in love with her in that instant.
She told me she had to hand a few things to a woman in another dressing room and that she’d be right back to fit me. She came back, tape measure at the ready, and confirmed what she suspected upon seeing me for the first time a few minutes earlier. Then she asked me what cup size I am. I told her I was a C.
She scurried off and came back with two 34Cs for me to try. She returned a few minutes after I’d retired to the dressing room and asked how I was doing. I’m not shy (something about stating the obvious?), so I opened the door to show her how it fit. “It’s too small,” I said.
“No, it fits around you just fine,” she said confidently. “You’re a perfect 34. It’s not big enough in the cups. You’re a D.”
D!!!!!!!
She ran off again and reappeared a few seconds later with 34Ds. And, I’ll be damed, they fit perfectly. So, it would seem, I’m a 34D.
A bit later, I walked out of Nordie’s with a new 34D bra and panties to match, a cami, spanx, a strapless nude 34D bra on order, and some black and pink ruffle bottom panties to welcome GTB home from his tour in. All the while wondering, if I’m a D now, what was I before the diet. Shudder to even think!
July 17th, 2006 at 3:14 pm
From what I understand, cup sizes are relative… and if you dropped from a 36 to a 34 it stands to reason that you’d go up a cup size if there wasn’t relative shrikage in the boobal area. Either way, congrats! I’m officially looking up the Blood Type Diet now. Any good links in your bookmarks that would help?
July 17th, 2006 at 3:30 pm
Yeah, go to http://www.dadamo.com. It’s the website of the author of the books. You can look up different foods there (which is mainly what I use it for, since the book is already out of date) and links to bloggers who write specifically about the diet. Enjoy!
July 18th, 2006 at 8:50 am
Boobal?
July 18th, 2006 at 3:40 pm
Yeah, you are officially a bitch. You may envy my legs, but my 32A just cannot compete with the D! Seriously, some girls have all the luck.
July 18th, 2006 at 4:48 pm
Actually, no luck involved. The Girl is shaped like her maternal grandma, a little lady who is generously boobal. Okay, I guess it is lucky to have those genes.
July 19th, 2006 at 3:12 pm
Yea… the boobal area. It’s the area just outside the part of the human body enclosed by the ribs and sternum where women store their boobage. (admit it… it’s the most fun made up word you’ve heard all week!)
July 20th, 2006 at 11:21 am
I’ll admit it happily. Nice job.
August 5th, 2006 at 5:09 pm
34 band size is smaller than average, which is a 36. You mustn’t have too much weight left to get off… or you’ll go to a 34. That’s skinny. :)))