Good morning! I had a pretty good week. Not perfect, but significantly better than the last several weeks.

Monday- physical therapy
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday- 50 minutes of treadmill and physical therapy
Friday- I had physical therapy in the morning, and was gone the rest of the day. No exercise.

I’m happy with that. Tuesday, I wanted to DIE, it was so hard to exercise. Wednesday was fine, and Thursday I felt fabulous. I think the exercise helped me through a difficult week. I intend to exercise today, but first, I’m going bra shopping. You envy me, I can tell. I’m sure from my pictures it isn’t any great surprise that I can rarely find a bra that fits me. Nate is trying to get me to agree to an appointment at a specialty bra place. I’m resisting. I don’t entirely know why, other than my one experience, shortly after Veronica was born. I went to the hospital to be fitted for a large nursing bra. It was expensive, no surprise there, and the next day when I looked in the mirror, I was sagging to my stomach. This did not please me. I spent the rest of my nursing time using my regular bra.

Today is different because I am not newly postpartum, but the experience left me feeling that if I get a bra that really “fits”, I’m going to grossly sag. I’m not yet willing to resign to that. I’m fighting it. Anyone out there with any experience in this ought to nod knowingly when I say that good lift is the difference between voluptuous and dumpy. I know that I feel 50 pounds prettier when they’re up.

Ok, that was potentially Too Much Information. Right, so…..

Woo-hoo! Good week! However, I’m running out of time before my birthday. Although I’m not officially changing my birthday goal, I’m preparing for a compromise. Right now, I’m hoping to lose ANYTHING by my birthday.

How’s it going? How’re you doing? What are you eating for lunch?