Earlier this week I mentioned that I’ve lost 4 pounds since I bought my new treadmill and began using it while I blog. (Yes, even this entry.)
The scale showed my four pound loss, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out where that weight came from. Until today when, since I was actually leaving the house, I put on a bra for the first time in days. Now I know darned well where the weight came from and, if I had my druthers, that would be the last place I’d lose it.
Oh, I’ve still got plenty to spare in the bust area. I’m not so mammoth-chested that I need bulk cable underwires but I’m not that far off, either.
I’ve always thought of great cleavage as the fat girl’s consolation prize, but what if it’s the first thing to go?