The kids are back in school. This is their first FULL week. A few changes this year: LG is in a new classroom, with a new teacher who has yet to be hired, apparently. So they have subs. Luckily, some of the TAs are still there, so there are a couple of familiar faces. A number of his classmates, however, have moved on to high school, so he has some new friends.
WG has a new bus driver. Which she seems fine with, it's her dad and I who are having trouble adjusting. We have to trust these guys to take her safely to and from school every day (3 hours round-trip), and also to take care of her, PERIOD. She is the first one picked up and the last one dropped off, and she is non-verbal. I know the company and, especially, the school are VERY careful and thorough about who they hire, but it's still worrying...
And, in a pretty big development, my sister-in-law and her family are moving out! Which means we get their rooms, lol! It's actually pretty exciting, because LG will have his own room again, and we'll all have more privacy. My in-laws will be moving back upstairs (where we currently reside), so there will once again be a spare bedroom, and we won't have to worry about WG waking them up in the middle of the night is she's up and playing, as often happens. My mother-in-law will still be taking care of our niece, so well see everyone every day. It'll just be a bit quieter at night. :)
And the pup is staying here. Hooray!!!!!!!!
We've just seen episode 3 of "Doctor Who." So far I am LOVING it! I know there are many who aren't. Some don't like the writing, some don't like the acting. I must say, I take it VERY personally, lol! Not sure why. Maybe it's because of all the crap I took for being a fan when I was a kid. It still stings.
As far as my weight loss, I'm down 15.5 pounds. Another weight-in tomorrow. I may be hitting my first plateau. But then, seeing as I'm about 6 pounds away from my goal weight, that's not too surprising. My "goal weight" being on the higher end of where I'd actually like it, just to give me some wiggle room. At this point in life, I'm not sure what I can easily maintain. Don't want it to be too high OR too low.
I'm gonna be honest: The main sticking point with me right now isn't my post-child bearing belly or my droopy butt. It's my girls. The twins, the boulders, the mammaries, the boobs. The Breasts. They still feel HUGE! I know they're in pretty good proportion to the rest of me, but I'd like them to be smaller. I'm currently a 38D. I'd like to at least shrink them back to a C, which is where they've been most of my adult life.
I put on a long-sleeved, fitted shirt this morning and my first thought was "Jeez Louise, they're MASSIVE!"
I admit I've been self-conscious about them ever since they made their very sudden, very LOUD appearance when I was 14. I was flat as a board and then BOOM! Out they came! And they weren't subtle about it, either!
I've never been one to go around flashing them. I don't particularly like low-cut tops, and have done my best to keep my breasts contained for the past 31 years. Partly because of the unwanted attention I got (which, at 14, 15, 16, is REALLY hard to deal with!) and partly because I prefer it when people look me in the eye when we're talking.
But it can be difficult. When I work out, or go to yoga, I don't want to wear a bulky t-shirt. I find them uncomfortable and I sweat even more than usual (which is quite a bit). Plus, try doing an inversion in a loose-fitting top! But so many of the tops made specifically for working out can show a bit too much if you're, um, well-endowed. So I end up putting on layers and, yes, sweating A LOT. (You ever try doing hot yoga in layers? NOT FUN!)
I've had to explain this to fellow instructors when they complain about certain clients revealing their "assets." Most of them, to their credit, admit that they'd never thought of it that way. Because they just haven't had the experience. Lucky ducks.
And, of course, there is the simple fact that they, like everything else on my body, are heading south.
I realize this is a first-world problem, and it's probably not nearly as bad as I imagine it to be.
A few years ago, my mom had breast cancer, and I feel very lucky that she survived, is cancer-free, and that, so far, I appear to be the same. I also try to remember that they fed both of my kids.
Basically, it's really just another thing for me to obsess over.
Because I don't have enough, right?
I hope this wasn't triggering. It's just me being silly and avoiding the important stuff I need to focus on.
Speaking of which, I'd better get back to it.
Have a good one!