If I go down from a 40 back I have a crease down my spine where the bra is literally starting to gather me. No more can be pulled forwards I promise. It will be interesting to see what I measure. I'm just waiting for the student to go to bed so I can whip the tape measure out and see.
sayra I would actually kill for your legs! Best of luck with thesis plodding. You can do Dr.S.L. 
and we know you still love us even if you can't post.
alma I know what you mean about porridge. I make it for the dcs and if they leave leftovers I have to give them straight to the dog, else there's danger ahoy.
lex you are soooo right about that beyond!!!! My sympathies with the constant bra wearing, but you are correct, they will be fabulous in the end.
I lose weight off mine, so when I'm eleven stone, I'll be about a 36 DD, which is perfect for me!
Ah, I'm superposting, so have just got to your post chester my love.
I used to feel exactly like that when I gave up smoking. I can't smoke after having had cancer, really, and gum disease, but bugger me if I'd look round enviously at all these perfect toothed cancer free young uns puffing away like chimneys, with seemingly no fucking comeback. Thing is I know that was a line of bollocks I was feeding myself.
And the thing that gets me through those moments of watching 'the thins' stuff themselves is this.
They possibly only do this now and again. When you are a 'thin', you will also do this now and again. Pizza and chocolate ain't going nowhere I'm afraid 
If, in fact, they are not doing this now and again, they will start to develop into 'a fat'
I am often to be found people watching, and over time, you so can see people develop pot bellies, lardy faces, muffin tops. I just seem to be rubbish at noticing my own 
As far as the bored bit goes, I suspect you are in need of a jolly good rest. Bad sleep means tiredness, and that means 'can't be arsed to fanny on with food' Now unfortunately on this WOE fannying about with food is pretty important because essentially we are eating fat, meat, eggs, and bastard veg. We must trick our senses by combining those items in flavour combos and clever cookfuckery.
This will all seem more doable when you aren't bolloxed from lack of sleep. Didn't you invent the famous Chesters Chicken?
I have risen from my grizzly mood, and when I entered my weight this week, realised, like a nob head, my valentine meal entirely fucked this bc. I have only just gone below my starting weight by one fucking pound
It's our anniversary next week and I have told dp I'm not cheating. He probably will, and that fucker has gone down thirty one cunting pounds since Jan 5th even nature is sexist.
Right just measured my boobies, and I'm 39 around and 47 on 'the drop' but smaller back and larger cups definitely isn't right for me, I get the foldy skin thing, and gapey cups....