Originally posted on February 24, 2012. This is why I didn't feel it was necessary to speak about my rack in Thursday's post: What My Teen Daughter Stole From Me.
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I really don't have that much weight to lose, but when I became a lifetime member (reached my goal weight for those of you haven't been to WW) back in '06, I promised myself I would go back if I hit a certain weight. I wouldn't call myself fat or skinny. I'm certain my BMI is still under the "normal" category, but my clothes are tight and I refuse to buy larger clothing!
A few weeks ago, I wrote about our upcoming Doctor's Perk trip to Maui. I started a diet that day. It failed. I actually gained a pound. It was probably Valentine's day and all the little pieces of chocolate I like to eat after every lunch and dinner. Hello, my name is Your Doctor's Wife and I am a chocoholic.
For years before I ever stepped into a WW, I always told myself, "As long as my boobs protrude further than my belly, I'm looking good!" That mentality held me over through my 30s. God had blessed me with an ample rack and I used it to its fullest potential. It's main job was to draw the eyes away from the muffin top which resided just underneath it, my fat arms, fat back, and fat chins. If you've figured out how to suck in multiple chins when you say "Cheese", please share with the rest of us!
In my teens and early 20's my rack was comparable to a hat rack or coat rack...hung high. Had I known then, what I know now, I would have ran around naked and showed off my body's fleeting former self. Instead, I covered up as every well-behaved (well, maybe not that well behaved) Catholic school girl is taught to do.
After breastfeeding, they deflated. Then, I found my mantra to be, "Well, they're like a pair of tube socks with golf balls down in the toes, but as long as I can roll them up and set them up in some Victoria's Secret push up cups, I'm fine." That got me through the rest of my 20's.
Well, today, I find my rack more comparable to a shoe rack...on the floor. Sad, but I speak the honest truth. In fact, just the other day I tripped over something on my way to the bathroom in the middle of the night and I'm pretty sure it was over one of the girls.
In my forties, I would love to be able to report I find myself at WW to gain further knowledge about leading a healthy lifestyle and diet, demonstrating maturity and wisdom. Sure, that component is there, but is it truly the motivating factor? Heck, no... I just want hike the girls up and show off as much as a hourglass figure I can suck together by the time I get on that plane to Maui!