I'm don't want to think about boobs. I need to measure my shrunken bits of chest skin again. I measured a few weeks back, band size has gone down but despite loss of boob volume, my cup size is still huge. So while I am rattling around a bit in a 32G, according to boob and bust, my new measurement is a 30GG. Think Vinted will be my friend for new bras.
On other subjects, I'm up a pound or so this week, but I have eaten out on Thurs, Fri, Sun, and fish and chip takeaway yesterday. A lovely weekend of being thoroughly looked after by my wonderful DP as I went back home for a few days. Now back with Mum for the next 3 weeks. Dad's funeral is on the 24th Oct, and I'm hoping that my sister will then stay with Mum for a bit. Then we can gradually move on from having someone with her full time to me staying perhaps one week a month.
I also have managed to lose my jab schedule for the past couple of weeks. I forgot to jab on my usual Thursday the other week, but remembered on Friday. Then last week I meant to get back to Thursday jab, not only forgot, but didn't take my pen with me back home. So I didn't jab until Monday evening. If I'd needed to, I did have an unopened pen at home, but really don't want two open ones at the same time. So I ate out (with fairly sensible choices), enjoyed food, wine and beer for the weekend. Think I'll leave it till Friday to jab again, and the the next week get back to a Thursday.
And finally, a couple of NSVs. I went out on the back of DPs motorbike on Sunday. I got on, and he said that he definitely felt the difference in weight from the last time I rode with him! And my lovely, very expensive Kevlar jeans that he bought me for Christmas are now ridiculously huge. A belt was required.