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As I may have mentioned, my office is on "summer hours," meaning it closes at 1 on Fridays. It occurred to me that this would fit nicely with an errand I wanted to run, namely going down to Orchard Corset Supply to buy bras. (This time of year, they're open Sunday-Thursday 9:30-6, and Fridays 9:30 to 4, so Friday afternoon seemed simpler than trying to get there by six.)
I stopped in the Village and got lunch at Paul's Heavenly Burgers, where I had a cheeseburger (not deluxe—a half-pound burger is quite filling on its own) and a chocolate egg cream. Then I ducked into the library branch across the street, grabbed a paperback, and caught a bus downtown.
The man at the front looked at me and said he thought I was a 38C. I didn't believe him, but let the woman who also works there bring me one. No, I'm not a 38C. I appear to be a 40C. It would be nice if I could maintain a bra size from one fitting to the next (the batch that are wearing out are 40D; the ones before that, for some years, were 42C), or at least understand the changes. (My shoulders are wider than they used to be.) It seems that I may actually need about a 39 C-and-a-half, but there is no such thing. In about 15 minutes, I wound up with three bras, for a grand total of $38. For someone my size, that's unusually low, and in fact I was surprised to be told the total at the cash register. I'd expected to pay at least fifty, likely sixty. But not only does this place have a good reputation for fitting women properly and carrying a wide range of sizes, they're relatively inexpensive, because you're not paying a nickel for decor or advertising. I expect I'll be back there, though I also suspect that I'm moving back toward bra sizes that I can find in more stores: the whole experience was comparatively quick and easy, and they didn't try to push me to buy an underwire.
On the two blocks south of that, I paid $5 for a new belt, and then ducked into Sol Moscot for a spare pair of sunglasses and a new hard case for my regular eyeglasses. I'd thought of going down to Kossar's for bialys, but my energy was waning, and the gym seemed more important, so I got on an F train, went uptown, and did a light workout.
Cardio, 16:24, top heart rate 151
Leg press, the ones where I lower myself way down, 90 pounds, 2 sets of 12
Crunches, 3 sets of 30
Back arches, 3 sets of 17
Tree, 5 sets of {3 on each leg}
Balance ~fly, 50 pounds, 2 sets of 15 with each leg forward
Slanted calf raise, 60 pounds, 3 sets of 15
Balance lateral raise, walking, 2.5 pounds each hand, 2 sets of 15
Stretches
I stopped in the Village and got lunch at Paul's Heavenly Burgers, where I had a cheeseburger (not deluxe—a half-pound burger is quite filling on its own) and a chocolate egg cream. Then I ducked into the library branch across the street, grabbed a paperback, and caught a bus downtown.
The man at the front looked at me and said he thought I was a 38C. I didn't believe him, but let the woman who also works there bring me one. No, I'm not a 38C. I appear to be a 40C. It would be nice if I could maintain a bra size from one fitting to the next (the batch that are wearing out are 40D; the ones before that, for some years, were 42C), or at least understand the changes. (My shoulders are wider than they used to be.) It seems that I may actually need about a 39 C-and-a-half, but there is no such thing. In about 15 minutes, I wound up with three bras, for a grand total of $38. For someone my size, that's unusually low, and in fact I was surprised to be told the total at the cash register. I'd expected to pay at least fifty, likely sixty. But not only does this place have a good reputation for fitting women properly and carrying a wide range of sizes, they're relatively inexpensive, because you're not paying a nickel for decor or advertising. I expect I'll be back there, though I also suspect that I'm moving back toward bra sizes that I can find in more stores: the whole experience was comparatively quick and easy, and they didn't try to push me to buy an underwire.
On the two blocks south of that, I paid $5 for a new belt, and then ducked into Sol Moscot for a spare pair of sunglasses and a new hard case for my regular eyeglasses. I'd thought of going down to Kossar's for bialys, but my energy was waning, and the gym seemed more important, so I got on an F train, went uptown, and did a light workout.
Cardio, 16:24, top heart rate 151
Leg press, the ones where I lower myself way down, 90 pounds, 2 sets of 12
Crunches, 3 sets of 30
Back arches, 3 sets of 17
Tree, 5 sets of {3 on each leg}
Balance ~fly, 50 pounds, 2 sets of 15 with each leg forward
Slanted calf raise, 60 pounds, 3 sets of 15
Balance lateral raise, walking, 2.5 pounds each hand, 2 sets of 15
Stretches
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Wow. Just -- wow.
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Marilee
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