Day 48 Ch-ch-ch- ch changes

To everybody who responded to my blog entry dated Monday 9th July and to the lovely *B* who tells me that I have indeed lost weight I want to say thanks guys. Hmm I think I may have lost a little more weight but I can’t be sure. I look at my photo and I can now see some ever so slight changes in my face. It’s sort of rather eerie. (And yes George I had no makeup on when that photo was taken just some eyeliner).

When I look down at my body I don’t see any changes in me. Well the only changes I can see are that my wrists look thinner. I have this fascination with my wrists at the moment. They just look so much thinner. Thankfully though, my boobies, tits, breasts, jugs, my girls, have decreased and I am now down a bra size and a bit. I went from an 18DD to a 16 D cup so it’s a big change on that front but I still don’t see it.

I was around at my parent’s place the other day when my mum said, “Darling, your tits are sagging” She then pulled my top up and started playing with my breasts and bra. My mother was fondling me!!! The sheer freakishness of it all. She tightened my bra straps and said, “No darling, you need a smaller bra”

So off I went to DJ’s to be fitted for a bra. And lo and behold I have indeed gone down quite a bit on the boobies. But I still can’t really see it. Do I have a body image problem? Maybe…possibly…okay I think I do.

It’s going to be nice when I go out and not have guys talk to my girls (my boobs). Rather than to my face. It seriously used to infuriate me when guys would say Hi to me and perve on my tits as well. I remember one night T. (one of my dearest friends) and I had gone out for drinks and this guy came over to me and said hi straight at my breasts. I’m like, Moron, I’m up here. He then asked me my name and that’s when I lost it wholesale. I said this is Sharon and pointed to my right breast, this is Athena pointing to my left breast and I am Reney and pointed to my face. He quickly walked away. I’m a bitch I know but come on girls with big titties its disgusting to have men leer at your breasts. Right?

Boobless chicks are just the same. I am over going out with groups of females who do nothing but WHINE about how big my boobies are compared to theirs and it’s not fair that theirs are smaller and droopy and mine are big. Blah, blah, blah! Get over yourselves women. If you don’t want saggy, droopy tits then don’t breast feed. If you really want Mount Kiliminjaro and Mount Kosciusko bumps on your chest go and have plastic surgery.

Having said that I can’t wait to get rid of these boobs. I hate lugging them everywhere and I hate the fact that they get all the attention. Dead set. I also find it hard with my running as they bounce way too much and its lucky I don’t have bruised eyes from them bouncing in my face (bada bing bada boom ….its an oldie but a goodie) I actually run with 2 bras on and I bind my boobs down.

Anyway, I had a busy day off work I got up early and cleaned the whole house and then went for a run. I ran around the footy oval and got covered in mud but it was fun. I only managed a half an hour as I think my back is still out a little bit and I have woken up very stiff. I then raced to The Glen and spent the majority lined up in some sort of queue. From the bank, to the post office, to the organic supermarket.

I then got home threw on my trainers and went for a 30-minute walk. Now I have collapsed on the sofa and I refuse to move I am still in my tracksuit and I know I should get up and shower and change but I’m knackered.

Sadistic as this may sound, even though I have gone for a run and a walk today I reckon I could go for another run in a few hours. I’m sick. Am I obsessed or am I driven?

Well that’s my spiel for today…I am really tired today and I can feel a nap coming on.

Reney
P.S – The photos are of me still in my hoodie straight after my walk.