If you're a long time reader of this blog, or just someone that knows me, you know that I have had some trouble in the sports bra department for some time. 
They just don't... they just don't really do anything for me and it fucking sucks, dude! I've never not been able to do any high impact activity without two sports bras and sometimes two sports bras and a tank with one of those built in "shelf" bras (why? why are they called shelf bras?)

About two years ago, I decided to make an investment on a good, solid sports bra. So, I did some researching and made my way down to Lululemon who carries the highly rated Ta Ta Tamer . This bad boy runs about $60, so imagine my disappointment when it went on its' first run and that run only lasted 3 minutes before I had  to go back home and throw a cheap racer back second bra over it. 
Seriously- Disappointmentville. Population: Katy. 

I am so cheap with my workout clothes so this was a major let down. BUT! It did work well in combination with a cheap racer back overlay. The two sports bra system seemed it was here to stay (Or as I call it, "double bagging it." Because I'm classy and I say classy shit) 

So, it was more or less a blessing in disguise when I lost my Ta Ta Tamer. I just... I just lost it! I put it in my gym bag when I went to work, but it was no longer there when I got to the gym. So it either fell out of my bag in my apartment, work or gym parking lot, but it hasn't been seen since. 
So, it was time. Time for me to start my dreaded search for a new sports bra

It's from Target, it's under $25 and I don't have to double bag. It's basically what I've been looking for my whole life. It's called the C9 by Champion High Support sports bra, and here's the rating I gave it on the Target website 

So, the important part of the story is that I ended up with a great product at a great price, but you guys come here for the awkward parts of the story. So, I'd hate to disappoint you. 

So, there is a Target like in my backyard. Like, seriously. Target and my apartment complex share a fence and I go there way too often. It's a Super Target so I'm even able to get my groceries there so I'm there like all the time. All. The. Time. 

So, sometimes to avoid shopping around and buying more than I intend to I will go onto the Target website, purchase the item I want and they will hold it at the customer service desk until I can pick it up. You just have to wait for a confirmation email. 

BACK STORY:  
Okay, so the only back story you really need is that the last time I bought something on the Target website it was for off my friend, Sabrina's baby registry. I purchased it and had it shipped directly to her home. 
END BACK STORY. 

So, I purchase the bra, wait for the confirmation email, go to Target and first buy my groceries. After I get my groceries I make my way to the customer service desk and wait. 
There's a pretty long line and I'm starving at this point, so I get an apple out of my bag of food and hope the line moves along soon. Unfortunately, there's only one older lady behind the counter of the help desk who is... overwhelmed... to say the least. 
I'm contemplating my third apple when I finally make it to the front of the line and pull up the confirmation email. 

Target Lady: Name?
Me: Katy Hearne. It may be under Kathryn.
An awkward amount of time passes. She asks me how to spell my name. She calls me Kathy. I cringe. My name is not Kathy. I spell my name. I tell her I'm Katy and finally... 
Target Lady: There's nothing here under your name, Kathy. 
Me: Okay, I have a confirmation email
Target Lady: We look up the orders by name, Kathy and there's no Hearne. 
Me: Okay, but I have the confirmation emai--
Target Lady: (in an older lady overwhelmed type voice) Everyone get's an email!!!! 
Me: ... do you want the order number from the email?
Target Lady: No. We look up the orders by name. 

She decides to call up her floor manager. 

Target Lady: Her order isn't here
Floor Manager: Did you look it up by the order number? (to me) Did you get an order number in your email? 
Me: ................................................................................................yes. 

Floor Manager: Okay, let me look it up by that number 
Target Lady: I was told to look it up by the name. She's not in there
Floor Manager: Okay, ma'am. It was a sports bra, right? Okay. Tell me your name again? Katy? I have it under... Sabrina Harland?

And here is the exact face the damn Target Lady gave me

If you'll remember from the complicated back story, the last online purchase I made was for and shipped to my friend Sabrina from her baby registry. So even though when I sign into my Target account and when I get emails from Target it says, "Hello, Kathryn", for some reason my purchases were under... Sabrina?

And the drama didn't stop there. 
It went onto another conflict with Target Lady who got really snappy with me in regards to me apparently not knowing my name and me saying "I'm done working with you" to her. No, I am NOT proud of being so short with a sweet old lady who was just trying to do her job as she was told, but ...
OMG, y'all. I was just so done working with her. 
... She did give me a $3 off coupon though. 

Oh, and then they said my charge didn't go through online and they had to check me out there at the in store register and come Monday I had two Target charges for $24.98 on my account and I got to go in and dispute the charge and explain the whole situation to everyone again and explain why I only had one receipt... 
I'm sure there is a lesson to be learned, but I have no fucking idea what it is. 
Don't buy people stuff off their registry? 
Really. I don't fucking know. 

I went for an hour long run this morning in my new bra (in this new non-omgImightHaveAHeatStrokeAtAnyMoment- ATX weather!) and it was so comfortable. 
What a beautiful way to ring in fall. 
And now I'm going to stuff my face with pumpkin puree straight from the can. 
Because it's not really fall until OMG PUMPKIN. 

HAPPY END FALL EVERYONE! 

Let's talk about Mexican food real quick. 
There is something magical & wonderful yet horribly, horribly wrong about Mexican food. Now, I don't mean authentic Mexican food (which I'm sure is still horribly unhealthy, but hey! Authenticity has street cred). I'm talking about Tex Mex, of course. 
Of course I am. 
If you're from Texas- you know what I mean. There's something oddly comforting yet fucking bastardly about a big bowl of queso

Yesterday. Yesterday- I kind of showed Mexican food that "No. I am in control of this relationship, bitch"-- which is kind of huge! 

So, yesterday after work I made my way to BeyondFit & had my ass handed to me by Tricia. Y'all. I totally forgot my sports bra & almost didn't go to class as a result because, fuuuuck- boobs are the worst sometimes. Especially whilst doing jumping jacks. (Jack jumping?) But I went. I jumped the jacks. With ropes. I ran & rowed & lunged & sweated my ass off! 
So, it was a success. 

And then I got a text from Steve seeing if I wanted to go see a Mariachi band. Goddamnit, I love a good Mariachi band. Try to be in a bad mood while looking at this: 

You can't. You simply can't. It is the best good-mood-inducing music & visual one can have. 
Initially I said no because calories, calories. But then I thought of their little funny hats & silly little pants & how sometimes they'll go around & serenade some poor patron who is just trying to eat their chimichangas. And it's the best. It's just the best. So, I went. 

On an empty stomach. NOT SMART. 


Austin is a great city for vegetarians & healthy living so I just kind of assumed I could find something to eat, but Jalisco's had different plans. 
Y'all. Even ALL of their salads had beef on them. 

The only, only thing they had on the menu for me was the veggie fajitas. Which actually turned out fine. I got that with out the rice, pinto beans on the side, didn't use the tortillas or sour cream. Now, I'm sure they cook the veg in a shit load of butter or something, but given the circumstances- I think I did Okay, goddamnit! 

Then some guy at the bar sent us over a Margarita. I asked Steve if it'd be rude to return it for a glass of wine- which got little response. I felt way rude, so I took took about 3 good size sips & called it a day. 

So, basically I showed the chips & the queso & the fried things & the cold drinks that I control when I eat you- you don't make me eat you by just being around and smelling so fucking delicious.

BAM BITCHES.  

As you may have noticed, I did not weigh in this week. 
And if you did not notice & you are a first time visitor, Hi! I'm Katy &  I didn't weigh in on Friday. 

In my ongoing crusade for body positivity (a concept that, sadly, just dawned on me like last week) stepping on a scale after the previous week did not seem like something nice to do to myself. 
While I am still maintaining my goals, still striving for that last goddamn 8 pounds to disappear, I think I need a little more analytical- nicer- approach to it sometimes. 

You think- "yes! Step on that damn scale. If you're not at a loss from last week it will be motivation to do better, goddamnit. I will do all the squaaaats"
& sometimes that is the result. 

But sometimes the result is "oh. I didn't lose any weight this week. I need some sadness cake" 

So, please allow me to tell you why I didn't weigh in this week in list form:

• white wine
• 2 cupcakes
• ice cream
• red wine
• half of a Nutella doughnut (fuuuuuck)
• Frozen mojitos 
• portobello alfredo (also, fuuuuuck. There has to be a healthy-ish version of this. I will find it & I will make the FUCK out of it) 
• vodka
• cheesecake. 
• I think that's it, but there was a lot of alcohol in there, so I can't be 100% certain
• oh, shit. I just remembered pizza

So, yeah. I've been kind of a food slut this week. Look! There's a cake for that one too! 

So, let me esplain myself, Lucy. 

Last weekend was my sister's bachelorette weekend. 
I feel that maybe that doesn't require any additional detail into the indulgence, but it was great. One thing that was great, is that we spent some serious time at the pool & I wasn't self conscious & looking for an escape method the entire time. I was able to have fun. This is huge for me. 
All of my sister's friends are really hot. So, for longer than I'd care to admit I have been worried about lounging amongst her & her bikini clad crew, but it was fine. Just having a new outlook on things is SO FUCKING LIBERATING (if I haven't mentioned enough)

It's like, look. I eat healthy most of the time. I exercise plenty. I'm strong & healthy & so if my body doesn't look like someone else's--- it's just not meant to. And I'm doing OK. 
OK?! 

That's us! Me & my beautiful seeester at the beautiful W pool where drinks are $15 & the security is on par with the goddamn White House. I bought a new swim suit from Target. This is me kind of fitting into a top from a department store, but my cup very nearly runneth over. ALSO! I cut bangs. Look at my bangs! 

And THEN on Thursday, my baby sister got a big deal award from the governor's office for being a badass. 
Or.. something about grades & community service. IDK, but we're super proud of her. Only like 5 kids out of the entire state receive this honor each year. Luckily, the ceremony was in Austin so I didn't have to travel (score!)
So, they had a luncheon for the families, so it pretty much would have been rude to turn down the delicious meal they provided (tho I did show some will power & split the cheese cake with my brother. 20 year old boys have all the metabolism).  

There's Kelli with her award & smart people money (I'm being told it's called a scholarship). Ain't she pretty? And there's me trying not to be in the picture & all kinds of failing. And that other person is my first ex-step mom because my family is confusing. 

BUT even though it wasn't a great week for healthy eating, I did manage to get the following workouts in: 

• super long elliptical work out
• average length-ed elliptical work out
• arm day
• Holy hell leg day
• Daaaaaance party with my sister (though someone brought pizza to the club, so that kind of negates all the dancing I got in)
• Strength training at Beyond Fit where I learned: surprise! I have been doing deadlifts pretty damn wrong. So- education! 

But now I've got a few weeks with no big events coming up, so head is in the game & that game is healthy eating. I'm looking to try some new recipes & classes in this upcoming week. 
Also, here's my new favorite site EVER! 

I'll leave you with some Thug Kitchen wisdom: 

Sports bras have always been a troubled spot for me. Home girl needs loads of support. As a top-heavy lady who does a lot of cardio, I am always on the hunt for a good & sturdy sports bra that will keep the girls in place while doing any number of activities- especially running.
So, after an extensive search of the world wide web & more than a few message boards on the topic- I decided on a daunting task: setting foot in the lululemon near 6th street. 
It's not that I have anything personally against lulu herself, it's just I am a budget savy lady & that place be 'spensive y'all. But I had read so many great things about the sports bra called The TaTa Tamer that I just had to try it for myself. (also, what damn cute li'l name). 

So, I am not 100% what happened. I remember putting it on in the store & jumping around a bit & the associates assuring me that yes, of course this would be a great bra for running, so I left the store, $60 or so poorer, but pleased in the thought that I had made an investment that would be lasting me for years. 
DISAPPOINTMENT!!!!!!!
No. No. Just... not. The next morning I get up to go for my morning run, tame my tata's, put on my shoes & go! Once I start running... oh no! Something is horribly wrong. Nothing is tamed! Not a damn thing is tamed! 

Sigh. This was nearly a year ago & I am still so apprehensive on ever buying a anything besides my cheap-o Target brand bras ever again (I have like a dozen of those. I just pull them on OVER the my investment bra). At $10-$15 a pop for these at anywhere from Target to WalMart to my love, Marshalls... I feel silly paying the big bucks. 


Now, let me say this- the TaTa Tamer (god, I feel silly saying that so much now.) is great for yoga! Which is LuLulemon's main market. Also, I can wear it solo to strength train or to a class where there isn't much jumping around, but for the high impact cardio--- I gotta "double bag" my boobies (god, I'm classy)

Any suggestion on how to tame your beasts? (boobs. your boobs are the beasts here)