getting in shape month one: unmentionables.
Warning: If you're my dad, or you're easily scandalized by a woman speaking openly about the effect of exercise on her unmentionables drawer, stop here. I'm a little surprised I'm sharing this, but what haven't I shared here? Weight loss, weight gain, heartache, triumphs and the like. I promised updates about my personal training + diet...so, here it is.
It happened nearly overnight. On Thursday morning, I’d returned home from the gym, showered and dressed just like always. But on Friday, I returned home from the gym, showered and while dressing, suddenly found myself staring at my reflection, aghast at my sagging bra.
Bra shopping had always been easy, six years of living in the same size provided a comforting constant as the rest of me fluctuated within a six size spectrum, feeling itty bitty as a size 8 and quiet unhappy at a size 18. Unlike pants or tops, I knew exactly where I could find my bra size: in the middle of the rack, nestled between the B’s, which seemed much too small in partnership with my hip size, and D’s that seemed overwhelming for my short stature. My size was excellent for a short, curvy girl, and though I’d lost fifty pounds over the past few years…it had never wavered.
But now, after three weeks with a personal trainer, I was seeing the cup half empty. In the last month I’d given up soda, implemented an under 1500 calorie rule, built a 4-day a week gym routine and learned to run on the treadmill for ten minutes without dying. But this? I’d not signed up for a breast reduction.
Of course I’d no other choice than to don a sports bra that day, unfeminine as it might be. Any other selection from my unmentionables drawer would have simply drowned me. It was the best I could do for the day. Saturday would require a trip to the mall to find a few new unmentionables.
And after buying a few new things, I must say: What first seemed disappointing, I now rather like. My necklines can dip a bit lower without raising a judgmental eyebrow, and I can now wear long necklaces, whereas before they hung like a strange bejeweled waterfall over my larger chest. Now they hang sweetly, naturally. Buttons don't pucker across my chest. And I will tell you this: it has opened up an entirely new window of unmentionables…delicate items, free of poking wires, complicated padding or straps that slice into my shoulders.
After chatting with my trainer, I've discovered that this isn't too unusual when incorporating strength training for the first time. Overall: month one of personal training has been great. I've lost seven pounds and done things in the gym I'd never have tried solo.
But, here’s hoping certain things don’t continue to shrink. Although I love the thought of a smaller me, I’d prefer to maintain a few womanly curves.