(a total loss so far of 65lbs; 29lbs to go)
Sorry, I hope I haven't scared you all with a photo of my under garments, but I wanted you to see the difference between my new bra (above) and the old one I've been slogging around in for quite some time now (below).Sandy Lee wrote a post recently about the traumas of shopping for new bras. It was quite a coincidence as I had just made myself an appointment at trusty old M&S to have a bra fitting. I've been needing to go for a while but when I was in there the other day I saw they had a promotion whereby you got a £5 lingerie voucher if you made an appointment to have a bra fitting - ever the bargain-hunter, I was there like a shot. I can't remember the last time I was properly measured. I think I got put off by the time I went and was told I was an 'A' cup, when quite clearly this was very wrong. After that I didn't really have much faith in the ladies and their tape measures so continued along the path of shoving myself into a 38B and getting on with things. That all worked out ok until I fell pregnant; then it was maternity bra time, and then breastfeeding bra time; and then I was at my heaviest and felt no inclination to let anyone near me with a tape measure; then I had surgery and started shrinking and couldn't see the point of buying new underwear/outerwear/anywear until things started levelling out, so I just rummaged around in the underwear drawer and wore whatever felt vaguely comfortable. But not anymore!
I'm rather pleased with my new bra. I had been wearing size 38B (sometimes 40B, sometimes 40C); apparently I'm a 38D, which I like very much! The new 'uplifting-ness' has given me a better shape, not just in the boob department, but also in elongating my body and defining my waist a bit more. So, my lesson has been learned. From now on, I won't be scared of the lady and her tape measure.