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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.” <\/p>\n
I fell in love with her in that instant. <\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
“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.”<\/p>\n
D!!!!!!!<\/p>\n
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. <\/p>\n
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!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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