I'm a little sad about my little shopping trip last Saturday.



I needed to go out and buy some needed underclothes because, well, I needed them.
Understand this. I wear, roughly, a 36C. I had only one bra that fit me, and that was a 38C. So, I go out shopping fully expecting to be trying on and buying a size 38.
That. Is not the case.



Apon arrival in my section of interest I pick quite a few bras out and low and behold... none of them fit me. So I go up a size. And then another. And another.
So, it turns out, that in the past year, I have not gone up one size, but four. I am now a 36D. Much to my utter horor and surprise. Yay for me... NOT.




Anyhow, I'm on a no-sugar diet as of today. I have successfully gone a day without sugar. Now I just have to survive this weekend of camp, and after that, I should be safe. Self-preformed studies have shown that after 6 days without sugar, I no longer crave it.
So. Good luck to me.