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I wear a 30D. I can order online or pay mnimum $60 at a little boutique shop in Midland. That's IT. So I go get sized at the boutique shop before I buy new bras, then order a slew and hope that at least 2 fit.
Just read the People magazine issue called "half their size" with a bunch of huge weight loss success stories. However, it sounded more like advertising as each story mentions a certain diet: Curves, Medifast, Weight Watchers ,Jenny Craig. One of the ladies in the story even tells how she is a spokesperson for Medifast. The following page was a HUGE double page ad for weight watchers. UGH.
The only decent story was the man's story who said he ate more salad and did p90X.
I am happy for them and am glad they lost the weight but it was hardly an inspirational read and I wonder how much they REALLY learned about health while losing all that weight. One lady said she has been STARVING but is glad to be 80 pounds smaller. I prefer primal diet as it is easy and i don't feel starving and i barely think about food except now the smell of meat makes my mouth water!
I'm too stubborn to give up so I keep on trying.
You're never going to get to the top of the stairs if you don't walk up them.
I can't gather the sheep in tomorrow because my dog has a bad eye (is currently "drunk" after being sedated to pull out a grass seed fragment - poor love). Which means I can't do that until Tuesday, which means the Tuesday plan is pushed back even further, was meant to be underway at the start of the month!
The *actual* gripe is that the other person with a sheepdog is extremely unreliable so I daren't assume we can go ahead.
The important thing is you've fixed/ are fixing that stuff, PP. It's not a waste if there were lessons learned.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, steak in one hand, chocolate in the other, yelling "Holy F***, What a Ride!"
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