The time has come. I’ve been here before. When I get to those last few excess pounds, the ones in my bosom are the first to go. Last time the distress of losing my bouncy friends was such that I halted my weight loss, but not this time!
I warned my boyfriend and he’s been very supportive, but still it makes me sad for me.
When I was at my heaviest (170 lbs) I had DDs; for the last several years I’ve been happily average. Now it’s evident that I’m on my way to the top of the alphabet.
Alas dear boobs I will miss you, but we’ll be together again someday… when being a lean mean fighting machine is no longer my #1 body priority!
PS. I am sore all over. I did a sneak peek at my weight today – 134.0!