Filed under "Something ELSE I have to do while in Colorado in January":

For several months now, I've seen recommendations for a company called Title Nine Sports. I finally researched them tonight, and it turns out they're a woman-owned company whose sole intent & purpose is to design and sell sportswear for women — and NOT just women whose cup size is an A or B.

Yeah, that's right. Turns out I'm not the only woman doing serious exercise who wears greater than a C cup. Who knew? Not me!

Did I mention they have a store in Denver?

Oh dear. Oh wallet.

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A mark of how much things have changed in the past few months: I'm starting to consider the possibility of wearing just sports bras to the gym.

You know the funniest thing about making that silly weight goal? When it happened, when I first realized that the scale didn't have a sense of humor and was really saying what I thought it said, it didn't even matter.It had just been that crappy of a day.

All those years. Yikes. All those years of wondering what it would be like to step on the scale and finally see the magic number, imagining the quiet light of joy in my heart, the feeling of accomplishment and peace when I realized I'd done it -- well, it didn't quite happen that way. Instead, I stood on the scale, looked at the numbers, crossed my arms over my chest and laughed. Of course it would happen on the day that I skipped my swim due to exhaustion, on the day I considered figuring out how one could actually, physically, drag oneself to the gym, because I was too tired for anything other than ersatz enthusiasm.