My good friend is 6' tall, 145 lbs (skinny), brunette with green eyes and a small B cup right now. Imagine the sight of the two of us walking down the street together - I'm 5'4 (8 inches shorter!), much more round, D cup, blond and brown eyes. We couldn't be more different from each other. We're like that cartoon with the 2 dogs - Spike, the big dog and the annoying little dog. You know what I'm talking about , right? Spike? Am I dating myself?
Well, she's 43, she's always wanted boobs and her ex husband always made her cover herself and her tiny boobies up. Now that she is finally getting divorced from his sorry ass, she's decided she's getting the boobs she's always wanted! She's getting D's and I've suddenly had the revelation that - with a boob job - her boobs are never going to sag like mine! They put the implant behind the muscle - so all the weight of her new boobs are going to be supported by her chest muscle. All the weight of my boobs are only supported by skin! How can her boobs ever really droop? They won't! Curses! That in itself is worth getting a boob job! I'm jealous and ecstatic for her all the same time.
I did ok eating today. I had a coffee for breakfast, a turkey sandwich for lunch with water, and a grilled cheese with broccoli for dinner. I have got to get back into salads and such so that I can reduce my calorie intake overall to 1100 per day. I'm doing well with the water intake. I'm ready to lose these 6 lbs and get into the 190's! C'mon what's my issue with getting myself to exercise? Nothing is stopping me. My gym bag is packed. I have no excuses. I'm just not making myself do what I know I need to do. I need to GET IT TOGETHER!