Day 829 - Pic, as Promised!

I had a super packed day, from start to finish. It's late, I'm tired, so fair warning, this post may or may not be all over the place. Mkay?

First, before I say another word, I have to say thank you to Drazil.

Draz, I cried reading your email. In fact, I had to read it twice, and I still cried. I am still formulating the right words in my response. I love you, I am sooo lucky and sooo grateful you are in my life. That is all. :-)

I took off from work and started the day right with morning Bikram. With Tommy, said hot yoga instructor. And here he is.

He's not photo shopped. He is 100% real, washboard abs and everything. The gods were smiling when he was made, just saying. :-)

I just want you guys to know the lengths I went for you - my readers. (OMG, I sound so smug, my readers.) He taught the 9:30 morning session, which I attended, and the final session in the evening, at 8 PM. I did not get to take a photo after the morning session because when I walked out, he wasn't at the front desk. So, I went back after the last session to get this photo with him - for you. I said I would get a photo, and I am a girl of my word. Mkay, Lindsey? LOL

He was such a good sport about it, he was all sweaty and so not in the mood, but he agreed to take the photo. Extra brownie points for him. I told you he was super hot, didn't I? :-)

This is me after I did Bikram. I was able to kick my leg out during the tree posture, which I've never been able to do before. Awesome NSV.
Speaking of NSVs, Kenz & I went to the mall today. She had to return some things at Lane Bryant, and I wanted (needed) to get measured for a new bra. Apparently, I went down a bra size (like if I had been a 36, I went down to a 34.) But I went UP a cup size (like if I had been a B cup, I now went up to a C cup.) Strange, right? Those aren't my actual size - I'm not telling you because you guys don't need to know that. LOL. TMI, in my opinion.

I'm now able to shop for bras at Victoria's Secret. Wasn't able to do that for a very, VERY long time. When I realized that I can now shop there, I cried. Ask Kenlie, she was there with me. I walked out with 6 brand new bras. Yeah, 6.

I've been crying like such a sap lately. That is soooo not me at all. What can I say, I'm human. :-)

Kenz went to meet her old high school friend in the city, and I had to clean my bathroom. Exciting times, I know. While I was scrubbing everything down, a package of some clothes I had ordered arrived. I got 2 tops, and a pair of fuzzy slippers. Here's one of the cute tops that arrived.
Size medium Victoria's Secret bra top. I don't have the actual balls to wear this in public. It doesn't actually fit right. It's tight around my chest, and loose around my torso. Nothing I can do about the cleavage, people. It's just always going to be there. Know how I know this? Who goes up a cup size when they lose weight? Me, apparently. Shrug. Point proven.

I decided to hell with it with the stupid obnoxious comments from stupid, obnoxious people. It's my blog, I'll post what I want, and everyone else can go f*ck themselves. I'll delete perverted comments, so don't even bother. Mkay?

Good day in the books. Tracked everything, got in all of my requirements, and went over my points. I'm ok with that. I've been doing so much running around and working out like a maniac that I'm good with it.

Need to wrap up now, super exhausted. Make good choices!