Bodily Functions
Yesterday I wore a peasanty green shirt I'd been waiting to lose weight to fit into. I didn't realize till I was already well into my day that I'd missed my window of opportunity to wear this particular shirt. I was about a cup size too small and the whole thing hung strangely on me. Sigh.
I really need to stop lamenting to all and sundry about the loss of my tits. Uh. Whoops. At least I have these metal things stuck in them so, when asked, I will be able to locate my tits somewhere on my chest. Although, I am pleased that at their current size the nipples now face whomever is looking at them, rather than demurely looking down at the ground as they had been threatening to do when I was 30 pounds heavier.
The other thing I need to do is lock myself in the house and turn off my phone the weekend before I ovulate. This weekend I was a verbally desperate woman--I could NOT stop talking about sex and how I wanted it. It was appalling and I can't even imagine the impression I made on people who didn't know me better (hell, even the people who know me better seemed concerned). When I was dating, it was an easy hormonal upsurge to deal with--I got laid a lot. Now, when I spend the weekends at someone else's place, I have no recourse but to babble about sex incessantly. It was not pretty--funny I think, but not pretty.
I really need to stop lamenting to all and sundry about the loss of my tits. Uh. Whoops. At least I have these metal things stuck in them so, when asked, I will be able to locate my tits somewhere on my chest. Although, I am pleased that at their current size the nipples now face whomever is looking at them, rather than demurely looking down at the ground as they had been threatening to do when I was 30 pounds heavier.
The other thing I need to do is lock myself in the house and turn off my phone the weekend before I ovulate. This weekend I was a verbally desperate woman--I could NOT stop talking about sex and how I wanted it. It was appalling and I can't even imagine the impression I made on people who didn't know me better (hell, even the people who know me better seemed concerned). When I was dating, it was an easy hormonal upsurge to deal with--I got laid a lot. Now, when I spend the weekends at someone else's place, I have no recourse but to babble about sex incessantly. It was not pretty--funny I think, but not pretty.