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this lovely lady got the thickness. can I get a hell yeah?

Watching the media get science wrong again...

What this suggests to me, with a little simple math, is that the exercisers who did 60 minutes or more of moderate exercise (if they're burning 600 calories an hour, they ain't doing hard circuits or rock climbing) gained an average of 2.3 pounds of muscle, while the ones doing 30 minutes of moderate exercise gained an average of 1.1 pounds of muscle.

Which is... double the result.

I'd also be interested in hearing what their relative blood pressures and cholesterol counts were.

The health benefits of exercise are not chiefly about fat loss, no matter what fatophobic media would like us to think.

On a related note, I managed to chafe my cleavage with my run yesterday. I'm a big fan of Title Nine's Frog Bra (sadly, not currently available due to a spandex shortage, or something) but apparently 8.4 miles of rubbing against the edge of a heavy-duty compression bra was too much for my tender flesh.

There are special challenges in this world for large-breasted women. (I'm a 36F, and if I keep shrinking, likely to be a 34F or 34G by this time next year.) Coincidentally, there's an article on just this topic at Clutch today. I concur with the woman in comments who has nothing good to say about Victoria's Secret. I, too, have had the experience of having them shovel me into a bra with cups too small and a band too large. For those of you who are small-bosomed or have visible pectoral muscles rather than sacs of fat and mammary tissue up front, the band is the part that provides 90% of the support in a properly fitted bra.

Which just proves to me that Vickie's doesn't know shit about lingerie.

My go-to site for non-sports-bras has been, for years, Bravissimo. They have pretty bras that fit, which means not giving me quadriboob or major back pain or Morghul Bra Syndrome, where the underwire attempts to eat through to your heart and turn you into a brawraith.

Worth paying the shipping from the UK. Honestly. (Fig Leaves, the U.S. equivalent, does not seem to handle the upper end of the size ranges nearly as well.)

And they've been introducing sports bras.

Hmm. Well, it's royalty season. Maybe when my next check arrives, I'll look into replacing my beloved but apparently somewhat rough-seamed Frog Bras. (Seriously, I've had these things since 2001. I just retired one last year that dated from 1998 or so. They're that durable.)

Ave et vale, Frog Bra.

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I've had little luck with compression bras, so it's been encapsulation all the way. Mostly Lunaire's sports bra (I am not a fan of underwire, but it fits better than anything else on the market*) though if I can get the sizing worked out I suspect one of Berlei's Shock Absorbers might do will for me.

The Enell bra also totally fails, which is too bad.

Oh, and I finally fit into Moving Comfort's bra for larger breasted folks (I had to drop a cup size - and then, they've gone up a cup size, so now I wouldn't have had to...) - which is particularly awesome, because it's double layer which means it passes as a cami and I can stick my phone in it without it getting sweaty. (Hey, this is important. Running and streaming internet radio are made for each other.) Except that I accidently ordered the wrong band size so I have to get REI to exchange it. And pick up a couple more. I love these.

Oh, just as a data point, I often do have visible pecs (a bit less now, as I'm just getting back into the arm balance stuff post surgery) - and I'm a DDD cup. Yeah, on my frame? They have to be pretty darn substantial pecs.

* With the possible exception of Elomi's sports bra, which doesn't wick, so it isn't really a sports bra.
Encapsulation bras never seem to work for me, by comparison.

Maybe I'll try some of the newer ones. It's bee na while.

I really just want my tits mashed around to the middle of my back where they won't get in my way, or jounce.