Wow, I haven't written in forever. That's weird. The time just slipped by somehow, I guess.

Most of my body has slimmed down quite obligingly. According to my parents' bathroom scale, I've lost about ten pounds since Christmas-ish. Pants fit better, my watch is all loose, etc.

But my breasts, damn them. They're not going anywhere. And I feel even more disproportionate and weird now. Jenny and I are going out to lunch and Old Navy, and I know I'm going to look grotesque in the changing-room mirrors. Which is better than looking artificially sleek and gorgeous... I hate it when stores put skinny mirrors in the changing rooms to make you feel all confident, and then you get the clothes home and try them on again and feel like a blob.

I'm starving. Maybe I'll go eat some cake. I made chocolate cake from a mix earlier this week, because cake mix and frosting-in-a-can were both on sale for really cheap. It's taking me eons to eat the cake even though it's really good. That's probably a good thing, I guess.

Right. I'll eat cake and I'll try to find something to wear that makes me feel like a person and not like a display case for my chest.