Ermagerd. I think my whole life has been a lie. I just got a bra measurement over the weekend and found out that I’m actually a size B cup. The fuck? I’ve been wearing a size A cup this whole time. In fact, I haven’t worn an actual bra since high school. :3 So I guess its time to put my boobies to use— in a fashionable way, of course.
“When you’re on your own, you look for signs. Sometimes you make them up, sometimes they’re actually there, but most of the time you can’t tell the difference from the two.”—Cecelia Ahern (via quotes-shape-us)
Lately I’ve been super addicted working out. I opened my membership on May 1st and still have not taken a single day off yet. In fact, I have been doubling up on the last few days with both bootcamp and body pump classes back to back. According to the body fat test, I’m within the “lean range” (17-25%). But I don’t want to stop there- I want to be in the “athlete range” (under 17%). In order to do this, I need to have self-control when it comes to food and alcohol. I have sacrificed my social life because it gets in the way of my strict diet. I have to eat and go to bed during a specific time. I won’t hangout with people unless it’s involves some physical activities. Low carb is my main diet. I’ll carb up during the day because I know I’ll burn them off, but I’m just sticking to greens and protein for dinner. Dessert will only be fruits. I know I had a late start, but I am determined to build a four pack by mid Summer!
Also, I’ll be going to my first therapy session tomorrow! Everything is starting to fall into place. I learned that sometimes I need to speak up and reach out to others. The silence was only hurting me inside and just blogging about it doesn’t help. Anyway, stay tuned for my road to recovery!