Nora, do you think if someone started on the "for the rest of your life" phase of South Beach, that she'd eventually see results?

I have come to the conclusion that I no longer have the patience or motivation to follow an actual weight loss plan. I have been eating horribly lately, mostly because real life has gotten in the way of both shopping and cooking (heh--typed 'cookie'). I've been toying with the idea of getting the South Beach book, and going straight to the "for the rest of your life" phase. I don't mind, and in fact prefer to eat more healthily than I have been doing. I do need to lose some weight, but the thought of dieting is turning me off to the extent that I'm not even eating well. I'm sort of stuck in a "why bother" phase, which I think is pretty typical of me. I want to be perfect, but if I can't be perfect, I don't try at all.

"Gimmie a C! A bouncy C!"

Half inch of snow in the yard this morning. A foot of new snow in the mountains. They're advising tirechains in some parts of the passes.

May 11th. The retailers are displaying swimsuits and shorts. I'm regretting taking out the heavy liner of my leather coat.

who had the Only Real In Anime & Comic Books Super Perky C-Cups.

I don't believe in these. Damn it. I *love* my boobs, but I hate gravity. I remember when I wasn't droopy. (Though I was also a B cup back then. I drove my DD+ roommate nuts when we went clothes shopping, b/c I'd try on sweaters without a bra and then jump up and down for effect. Though gravity has now paid me back for my smugness.)

(Though I'm more like to shove something between them for storage. The something has, of course, include shot glasses and beer bottles, iffin I was at a F2F at the time.

Or Pez.

(looks down) They're pretty perky, I think. Nope, no gunplay through my window. I wouldn't think so, though. My mom keeps saying he should have retired after he got his twenty in, or as they say on the Wire, "put in paper". Joseph Wambaugh wrote about that a lot.

Timelies. I was just thinking about my boobs this morning as I put on my bra! They're too big for my tastes now - I used to be a B, and now I'm a C verging on a D. Stupid BCPs. If I went off of those, I'd drop 5 pounds immediately, mostly in my breasts. Then again, the chances of me gaining 30+ pounds and my breasts going up 3 cup sizes over the next year would be much higher, so I guess it's a trade-off.

However, I've not passed the pencil test since I was 16. Droopy boobs are a genetic norm in my family, as are *very* alert nipples. I love bras, especially lined ones. Lovelovelove.

I can't hold a pencil. I don't think of my breasts as especially perky, though, they're just regular large B/small C cups.

(I also have no cleavage, because of the way they're spaced -- in a low neckline, the center of my bra will show before any breastage does. Therefore, I cannot stick anything between them and expect it to stay.)

(I also have no cleavage, because of the way they're spaced -- in a low neckline, the center of my bra will show before any breastage does. Therefore, I cannot stick anything between them and expect it to stay.)

(Me too, unless I'm corseted. I can place my fist between my boobs.)

Cleavage with natural breasts is, I think, largely a by-product of bra design.

I never worry about my nipples showing through, any more. It used to bother me, but you know what? I am a mammal. I have nipples. I don't dress to display them, but these days, my bras are all about comfort.

I am Juliana and LJ.

Why is it lately that I only speak up when the topic involves boobs?