Shopping...

So, last night I went shopping for a bra. (Guys who read this - I know this is NOT the most important thing for you to read about - but this is MY blog, and I'm documenting MY journey, and this is part of it. Stop here if you want.)

I am not a shopper. I have NEVER BEEN a shopper. And last night was NOT the most fun.

I went with a friend to a store specializing in lingerie - and who also does bra fittings. Not having a clue what size I actually am - I figured I needed that. So one person measures me - and says 40D, and when I explained about the weight loss continuing, she said I would probably be OK with a 38D. So I start trying things on. Mind you, this store seems to cater to people who want to "flaunt" things. I'm much more interested in "supporting" things. I tried on several bras, and none of them were doing much of anything for me. So another clerk came in to see if she could help. She measures me again, and decided that I'm not a 40D - I'm a 44C. (Is it just me, or is that a BIG difference?) Unfortunately, they do not carry anything above a 40. By this time I'm hot, and sticky, and frustrated. And even if I could have found something that worked for me, I probably wouldn't have paid the expensive prices in that store.

So, still determined to get something that actually fits - I head off to a department store. It is 15 minutes before closing time - and I don't figure I have much of a prayer finding something that works. I find a style I like - pull three different sizes - and try on the 38D first. It fits perfectly, and I didn't even try on the other two sizes. This gives me some flexibility for future losses, it supports everything, and feels great! I bought it.

At Christmas, I purchased a bra up in Canada - it was the first time I ever actually had someone do a bra fitting for me. That one was a 48DD. So, there is marked improvement (if losing there can be considered improvement - lol!) I'm happy that I was able to find something that works for me - but it definitely has NOT improved my thoughts about shopping. At best, for me, it's a necessary evil.