I did my second to last circuit last night - definitely am needing to step up the weights. I am happy to say though that now I can do four push ups on my toes before having to go to my knees to complete the set. When I started I couldn’t even do ONE push up! So that’s a huge NSV for me. I hope by the end of the 12 weeks I can do at least 10-12 push ups.
I have a friend who is having a boob job tomorrow. I went with her to the pre-op appointment to give her feedback on which size she should go with. I’m biased against larger chests having lived with one my entire life, and she wanted it to be tasteful and non-Dolly Parton-like, so I think she figured I would be a good resource. The size she picked out looks pretty natural and now that I’ve seen it, I agree it makes her look proportionate to the rest of her body. It got me thinking about my own body - my bras are starting to get loose again which surprises me, but hey I’m not going to complain. I’m down to a 34″ chest (unsure about the cup size now) - when I started, I was a 42! Of course there are things that I still want to change - I’ve got a lot of some baggage on my hips, and a fluffy tummy and a pooch that could probably double as a fanny pack, but over all, when I step out of the shower and catch a glimpse of myself in the nude, I’m really liking what I’m seeing. I’m curvy, and not in the “curvy’s a polite way of saying fat” way. I’m starting to really appreciate the body I have - not sure I’ll ever have a washboard stomach or even the coveted runner’s legs. I’m an endomorph and will probably always carry some fat on me. But holy smokes am I happy what exercise has done to my body. I can see the natural shape that I was meant to be - curvy. I have hips! I have boobs! And according to my husband last night while we were, ahem, spending some “quality” time together, curvy is apparently a very good thing. ![]()