Barmy Blue's Bland Blog

A candy cane with a little bow.

Now then. We’ve done some Christmas shopping two days in a row. Yesterday we mainly got thermals for ourselves More for mum than me because she needs to be warm. For myself we got a pair of thermal leggings and two t-shirt bras.

Be warned. This contains aspects of a female nature. Fear not it’s not THAT. A different aspect of female nature. You were warned.

This’ll be new for me. Never had one before, that I was aware of. I used to go for a push up to enhance my “assets” but realised that It doesn’t make much sense to lift them up and potentially add additional strain on my shoulders doing so when there’s currently no one to impress.

So about two years ago I decided to still go padded mainly for comfort (and so it’s not obvious when I feel cold). I’d usually get a new bra when we went to the clothes shop (that also sells other things, which is why we visit every year looking for a Christmas gift for friends and/or family and for mum to use the coupons my dad gives her for Christmas. Also the bigger store we go to has a greater chance of having her sizes. Clothing retailers are prejudiced against the fat and oddly proportioned). So my bras would usually last about just under a year before they start getting uncomfortable due to stretching with age. But the year before last year I got a two pack so felt no need for a new one last year. Also I think push up bras might stretch more because they have to try and hold the breasts up yet the straps are the same as a regular bra which makes no sense. Shouldn’t there be extra support to spread out the weight, especially as you go up in the cup sizes?

I’m a creature of habit. During my teens I refused to consider padded or underwire mainly out of stubbornness and because I felt embarrassed having to start dealing with these things. So I’d get pretty flimsy bras because I was used to them. Of course as I grew it was harder to get my size and they also stopped selling those kind. So I had no choice but to branch into the realm of underwire because I couldn’t find any without it. Except maybe sports bras but that would be ridiculous. Why would I wear a sports bra when I detest exercise in any way shape or form? I think I’ve been measured maybe 2-3 times. First time felt devastatingly embarrassing. Last time was just a little uncomfortably just because it required human interaction but it was pleasing to know I’d gone up a cup size so could start getting the right size again. Also most people seem to consider breast size a factor in attractiveness and I liked that thought. Still do but as I’m getting older try to keep aware that things will start drooping in the future.

In the past month or so I’ve branched out again with bras. I’ve been wanting to exercise a little. Not a lot. Just start off with doing some stretches and trotting around the house. Maybe if I feel like it run down the street with the dog. Just simple little things and then see how I feel. Also I’ve been trying to break in a new pair of Doc Martens because my old ones that I love dearly and have had for years have a massive split in the sole. So I can’t wear them anywhere near water. It’s right across the bottom. Only trouble is that I’ve been wearing what I call my summer shoes (just a pair of cheap kind of canvas shoes that I made semi-water-resistant by rubbing a candle over them and melting it with a hairdryer. Amazingly it really does work. Just don’t expect completely waterproof.) So the callouses that I developed on the backs of my heels because the back of the boots hurt my heels. Eventually the skin toughened up and stopped hurting. But because I haven’t been wearing my old boots the callouses have gone and I daren’t risk wearing the new ones outside until I’ve gotten them to a reasonably comfortable state because I don’t want to have to go through all that again. So sometimes to break them in I’ll do a little more than just wander around the house. I’ll trot or jump around. But that’s a bit tricky when you’re fatter, especially the jumping.

First it hurt my chest a little and I worried about them tearing so if I hold my breasts and jump around then I feel it in my stomach. So if I try and hold my breasts with one are and my stomach with the other then it happens with my flabby bottom and I’m all out of hands to try and keep everything together. So I began to consider the idea of a sports bra. Also I’ve seen the video where guys feel what it’s like to have large breasts by using weights and they interviewed larger breasted women who talked about sports bras, among other things. Now I’m not naturally large breasted nor are mine particularly large but being over weight means that some of that body fat goes to your breasts.

So when we went for our regular weekly shop I decided to have a look at sports bras about a month ago. Nothing serious. Just see how I feel with a cheap one and see how I felt from there. I ended up with a two pack which seemed pretty sturdy. Now, since they basically press the breasts into your chest I worried it would be hard to breathe but not at all.
When I tried one on I was amazed. Plenty of stretch to breathe. Wider comfortable straps and an amazing feeling of support. It does make the breasts smaller which takes a little adjusting because when lifting large and/or heavy items from a high shelf I’d use my breasts as a kind of perch for whatever I was carrying (usually a six pack of large water bottles from a middle/high shelf to the trolley). It’s requires a little more arching of the back to do it with a sports bra on because the breasts don’t cushion the item as much.
But the most amazing thing by far is that, when wearing my sports bra, I can jump around the house and somehow the other areas I had to worry about aren’t a concern anymore, so I can freely move my arms around without worrying about tearing a stomach of bottom muscle and/or skin and so on.
So now flabbiness is not an excuse for me not to exercise anymore. Now I just need to get over the coldness at the moment and my laziness but it’s a start.

So. Based on that pleasant change in bras I’m interested to see if I find that I prefer my new t-shirt bras or not.
So yeah. Sorry this was all about flabbiness and bras but that’s what was on my mind.

I might jut be a bit sleep deprived because I had to get up early to go out and I stayed up late this morning making a card. I thought it wouldn’t take too long but it did. Now I have 12 left to make.

So today we went and got our tree. I’ve named him Stanley and couldn’t figure out why but it seemed related to Norman, one of our previous trees which came from their breed Nordman Fir.
Then when we got in the car I figured it out. Norman Stanley Fletcher, the lead character in the sitcom Porridge. I like it. Stanley the tree. He seems like a good tree. Pickings were very slim but we found a good one.

So. I’m done now. Bye.