a couple of weeks ago, my doctor told me that i had some sort of thyroid problem and that mixed with my cystic ovary syndrom, was making me unneccesarily fat.

so she gave me some hormone medication.

and it turns out she was right.

i've lost like 7 lbs since then and i havent even done anything.

thanks modern medicine.

it was great supporting you ladies, and getting support in return. thanks for bearing with my food, exercize and man rants. and that wierdly nerdy post about doctor who. the best of luck to you guys, i hope all goes well.

my last post.

love, kayla

As a person who wears a 36D ( and sometimed DD) i have earned my right to complain.

boobs are something of a status symbol when your're younger, they become a requirement when you're a teenager, and they become a burden ( or ignored) when you're older. its a love it or leave it situation. personally though, i would trade mine in. these are the reasons why:

1.Victoia secret sells nothing for me becuase my back/ waist/ under arm area is too small and my actual chest is too "perky" or so the woman said. 

2.I cant wear cutesy little printed stuff because nothing really has enough support.

3. If i manage to find something cute and patterned for my size it will (and i promise you) be designer and run at a steep $60-120 price range.

4. I cant wear all the fun indie shit that i would like to.

5. they make you look lumpy...  not " sleek and svelte".

6. i have short hair and the busty look REALLY doesnt work with short hair.

i've been casually saying that i want to get something done to make them smaller, but whenever i say something like that my mom looks at me as if i am crazy. saying things like " god made you that way." and " guys like big boobs"

but i'm starting to not care.

i'd rather be a 34 B or C any day.

what do you guys think?

ode to bridget jones.

i've done well.

Intake

B: pear

L: tomato & basil salad with lowfat dressing (20 cals. bought it at Aldi. how i love Aldi)

S:  1 fish fillet fried in olive oil, some nuts.

D: TBA

i'm still at 152, but things are evening out nicely, thanks to yaz and other stuff.

 going jeans shopping!

 love, kayla