Up a Cup

Yes, that's right. I'm up a cup. I remember being horrified when I went from a size A to a size B. Alas, now I'm a size C. Bleh! I've never been prego! This is a sure sign that I'm gaining weight. My bras look humongous now. You could wear them as a helmet on your head, it would cover it completely! Hahaha. For this reason, and many other more pressing and important reasons, I want to lose weight. I've been trying to keep away from treats and desserts. I've been doing well for a the most part, though I did have a piece of cake on Taylor's birthday party. But I'm proud because I've been able to stay away from desserts for almost 2 months. I can start eating them again in January. We'll see how that goes. All I know, my chant for the next couple months will be: Thirty-six B! Thirty-six B! Thirty-six B! Thirty-six B! Cheer with me!!!! :)