I pulled the trigger on a new sports bra yesterday, you’ll be glad to know. I ended up at the gym in a sort-of sports bra on Friday, but now that I’m a runner (like how that sounds, don’t you?!), it is clear that sort-of supportive isn’t going to cut it.
I cannot recommend enough that you go for a professional fitting if/when/once you’ve lost a significant amount of weight, or even if you simply haven’t been fitted in a while. I went down 2-3 band sizes—it is a little unclear what my actual size was 55 pounds ago.
The bra I got, the Panache Sport #5021, touts 83% less bounce, though less bounce than what, it does not say. Less than before, I suppose. It also came with quite a little treatise on exactly how it supports me, providing “the ultimate support for any sport,” but in a nutshell, the girls are now front, center, and almost completely immobile.
And, bonus, NO UNIBOOB!
One feature I really like is that the bra closes in the back, like your basic back-closure bra, but it has a very easy to reach hook and eye that you can fasten to pull the straps together once you have it on so your straps won’t roll off your shoulders. It almost feels like a racerback once it is in fastened. You don’t have to use it, but it adds stability.
How ridiculous did I feel jumping up and down in the dressing room to test relative bounce in the bras I tried on? Not so ridiculous that I didn’t do it.
The person conducting my fitting helpfully left me alone for this part of the experience.
I ended up buying one new everyday bra, too, in my new size. I may hit a discount store to pick up a couple of cheaper ones, but as I’d still like to lose another 20-30 pounds, I’m going to wait (and get measured again) before replacing my entire bra wardrobe. Until then, I guess I’ll be washing bras far more often, because I think the old ones need to be retired.
Clothes fit so much better when your bra fits. I noticed this the last time I lost weight – I dropped a t-shirt size just by getting into a size that fit me.
We went to a party last night and I kept looking down at how differently the shirt I had on looked. I really hope no one noticed. Or, I hope that they noticed I looked good, and not that I was noticing that I looked better. 😉