This post is terribly hard for me to write. Not because I am speaking about a particularly difficult subject, but because I had to put down a book to do so. Do you ken how very hard that is for me to do? I had an easier time choosing my outfit for today, and I am not graced with a natural sense of style. Thank the sweet baby Jesus that there’s pinterest and gay men. If it weren’t for those two, I’d be lost in a wash of blue jeans and button downs.
I somehow managed. I am not going to lie, though, the kindle is baiting me as we speak. (typely communicate, whatevs)
Don’t read too much into my literary psychosis…or that pun.
What I do want you to consider is something very near to my heart…my bra.
I typically talk more in the abstract about weight-loss and its side effects, or my healthy lifestyle, or how I keep myself on this side of crazy whilst in the grip of MDD and GAD. However, after last night’s debacle at Crossfit, I feel the need to get literal.
Losing any amount of weight, your lady fun bags are going to take a beating. This also goes for being Bessie the milkcow to any offspring you might have offsprung. They also change with age, hormones, water levels in your body…The list is too damned long for what are essentially fat and liquid sponge flesh mounds hanging from your torso.
Last night, I did what I know NOT to do after many moons of stuffing, lifting, and separating Lucy and Ethyl, I wore a push up bra to Crossfit.
Let me tell you how this went.
- I darn near would have had several nip slips had I not been wearing a high collared shirt
- I may have looked several times as though I had a boob job gone horribly awry, and they decided to point in opposing directions
- other times in the night, lucy and ethyl appeared cross-eyed
- I actually thanked several deities that I was wearing a thick, black, tee shirt.
- the underwire bit into my ribcage like some sort of victorian torture device.
- heavy padding=sweat sponge=ohdeargawdyuck
- bounce-age. a lot of it.
This is why you do not wait till the very last minute to wash your sports bras. It will end in embarrassment. There are specific bras for specific purposes, and you should stick to them. I have several favorite brands and bras, and I have a confession…
One of them is LuLuLemon. Please, forgive me.
This one is my favorite for Crossfit. It’s the Moving Comfort Divine Mesh Bra
It has a clasp, I like that in a bra.
This is the Handful Bra. It has pads that are removable. This bra is GREAT for yoga and weightlifiting.
The Spinnerette bra from LuLu. Yes, it is perfect for spin. Shut your face, world.
Last, but not least, the T-Bird Sports Bra by athleta. I love everything about this bra, and would wear it all the time if it was appropriate.
Do yourselves a favor, and do not do what I did. Buy more bras..perhaps one that benefits other’s boobs as well?
Also, please do remember to feel yourself up (while lying down) a week after your monthly curse makes its appearance. It’s Breast Cancer Awareness month. Be aware of your boobies.
Not that we’ve shared in my embarrassment, let’s share in my food.
I like muffins for breakfast. Too much, some would say. Alas, I made some healthy ones.
Peanut Butter Pumpkin Muffins.
Peanut Butter Pumpkin Muffins
Prep Time: 5 minutes
Cook Time: 25 minutes
Keywords: bake bread breakfast side snack vegetarian fall
Ingredients (20 muffins)
- 1 cup pumpkin
- 1/2 cup peanut butter (creamy)
- 2/3 cup sugar
- 1 cup plain greek yogurt
- 2/3 cup malt powder (I use traditional malt powder, ovaltine is fine)
- 2 eggs
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1 tbsp pumpkin pie spice
- 2 cups sifted whole wheat flour
preheat oven to 375F
combine wet ingredients
beat one minute
sift in dry ingredients
stir until just combined
pour into greased muffin tins
bake 25 minutes or until a skewer inserted in the center comes out clean