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In the Box

By Mary Weaver

Mary Weaver

August 20, 2013 4:43 p.m.

Day 62

Food wise, I had another good day. I got all the meal replacement in. I am not sure about physical activity. During my lunch I did a 30-minute walk, but I think I deserve extra points for my after-work activities.

I have lost enough weight that I needed to shop for new bras. I hate shopping for new bras and in fact hate bras. You can call them what you want; over the shoulder bolder/pebble holder, flopper stopper, braziers, double barreled sling shot or even a hooter harness, but I think they are torture devices and are as useless as a rubber beak on a woodpecker.

So after work I go off to the Mall to find the "perfect" one. Okay, I don't know what size, so I take one to the fitting room. It is hot in the fitting room. I take off my pull-over shirt and current torture device. Next, you have to get the bra off the flimsy hanger, and try it on. Did I mention new bras are usually stiff or at least my size is? I finally get everything in the cup, get it adjusted and hooked. Then I take a look in the mirror. That is when I start thinking, were did that bulge come from? How will I look with the shirt on? So on goes the shirt and the bulges are still there. On to the next bra....only I don't have a second one to try on, so off goes the shirt, on goes the old device and I manage to get the bra back on the plastic hanger looking similar to what it did before I tried it on. I go back to bra section and the continued search. There I found four possible bras. Back to the fitting room, shirt off, bra on, shirt on, shirt off, repeat for each of the four. Remember....it is hot in the room. I'm thinking this is more physical activity that running a marathon. How many physical activity points can I count and will I have to buy these if I perspire on them??? I found one I liked, then noticed the $35.99 price tag. Have I mentioned I am cheap and shop in resale shops?

Needless to say, I left the store, "new" bra-less, and I headed to the local super-always-box store. I am overwhelmed by the number of bras. Lace, cardboard, wires, mesh, cotton, satin, flowers, strips, animal prints and they go on and on. I tell myself, "Self, you need more time, a tape measure and a friend." So I called a friend and left a voice mail invitation to go shopping on Saturday. If all else fails, I know where there is a nice husband.

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