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 The Bra-See-Ay is the name of my weekly blog. It is a play on the word brassiere. Bras and panties take on a key role in my novel, so it all comes back to that.

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Chocolate Beats Sex

1/17/2021

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What is it about chocolate? In case you didn't see my list of Favourite Things posted on The Twelve Days of Christmas, here it is again:
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Photo by Nathana Reboucas
​         T.J. Corman's Five Favourite Things
1. Chocolate - sorry, Husband
2. Sex - I reiterate - sorry Husband - chocolate is chocolate after all
3. Vodka - speaks for itself. I've discovered vodka late in life, but say no more; it made number three
4. Sunglasses - of course - goes without saying
5. Black hair dye - Obviously
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So there it is in black and white.
​Chocolate beats sex. 
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I've heard this is possibly true for a lot of women. There's something about the feel of that sugar and fat combo melting in your mouth. And the lingering effect on your tongue. Sometimes I need to take a moment alone when I have a piece of chocolate in my mouth. I had a chocolate truffle the other day that almost sent me over the edge.

​Although I have a penchant for the more expensive type, it doesn't matter what kind of chocolate. At the age I am, I have to be more discerning about how I spend my calories. That means that over-the-counter chocolate from the drugstore doesn't cut it very often. But that's not what I'm getting at. I mean white chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, ultra-dark chocolate. Of course, I have my favourite and my preference lands squarely on dark chocolate – it's not too sweet, it's not too bitter, it's just right. Okay, Goldilocks.


Nutty chocolate is good. Chocolate poured over oatmeal is nice. Has anyone ever had a chocolate sandwich? I've never had deep-fried chocolate, though I hear it's good. I can't see how it's possible to eat it without burning your mouth. Chocolate licked off my body – always good. Chocolate licked off his body – that's enjoyable too.

I could go on and on about the virtues of chocolate. The scene in my book where Ginny and Jessie trade chocolate for Christmas gifts warms my heart. I love it that they don't have to share their chocolate with anyone else because it was a present.
​I digress.

I've recently started a body wellness reset. I hesitate to call it a diet because, in my case, that stands for, "Did I Eat That?". Weight loss dieting is so frustrating. I've finally gotten to the stage where I can call these changes a lifestyle improvement—a reset.
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You know that I recently retired. When that happened, it was like I threw all caution to the wind, and I experienced blissful freedom for the first time in years. I slept in, ate whatever I wanted, laid on the couch all day long, binge-watched TV. I did everything I wanted to and nothing. I went splat. It was fabulous. But I've reached the point where I've had enough of that now. It's time to get off my couch and do something. 

The first thing I'm resetting is my diet and exercise. I want to lose the weight I've gained, so I'm starting by cleaning up the kind of food I consume. I've looked at every fad that has hit the market in the last few years - paleo, keto, plant-based, various weight-loss programs that promise great results - and I've even tried a few. But I'm a volume eater, so if I have permission to eat as much as I want of something, I can go a bit crazy and lose all perspective. It's hard for me to reign it in.

I've had troubles with my gut health for a few years now. I've discovered changes that work for me, so I'm making those changes an essential part of my food plan. That means little or no refined sugar, gluten or dairy. I like to stick to naturally occurring sugar. I make gluten-free choices when they are available. I don't eat many dairy products, so forfeiting dairy isn't hard except that I love butter and ice cream.

The changes to my diet that I'm incorporating are:
  • eat fish 3 - 4 times per week, 
  • consume 5 - 12 servings of fruit and vegetables daily,
  • intermittent fast - eat between 10 a.m. and 6 p.m. 
  • take my healthy brain fats and vitamin supplements. 

After four decades of planning meals, grocery shopping, and cooking - I'm tired of it. I don't want to do it anymore - even though I'm good at it. So, Husband and I have recently hired a food delivery service to send preplanned menus to our house. He prepares these meals three times per week. He feels like an accomplished chef now, and, like always, I think he's a saint for cooking. It's structured, portion-controlled and no leftovers. The food is extraordinary (DM me on Facebook or Instagram if you want more details about this). We love it, and it simplifies our life.

I love to exercise, but I am the laziest person on earth. I'm prone to giving in to inertia and staying flat on the couch. I love sleeping, laying down with my feet up, and napping. However, throughout my life, I've been an active person with an athletic tendency. I've never been a jock, but I always have enjoyed sports, particularly individual sports. I like going to the gym, golfing, snow-shoeing, cycling, walking and hiking. At one point in my life, I was into wilderness backpacking.

I can't believe how hard it has been to haul my body off the couch and get outside. Partly, I'm not too fond of winter on the west coast of Canada because I loathe rain. I really should live in the desert or sunny Queensland (I used to live there. I was amazed that it was sunny - every - single - day). The Grande Dame and I have that in common, neither one of us likes getting our hair wet. However, when the rain stops - even if it's just for a few minutes - she and I put on our outdoor gear and go outside to enjoy a walk.

The change has started. The reinvention I spoke of last week is a budding metamorphosis. I'm in control of my life and my destiny. I don't like the extra weight I've been carrying around, so I'm getting rid of it. I don't like the risks I've been taking with my diet and exercise, so I'm fixing it. I say risks because I haven't been making healthy choices - not enough exercise, too much butter, too much sugar, too much gluten, and definitely, too much chocolate. 

​On that happy note, even if chocolate is the food of lovers, remember, sharing doesn't mean half.

That's it for now. I'll speak to you again next Sunday. Have the BEST day.

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Reinvention

1/10/2021

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There are lots of discussions these days about reinventing yourself. What the heck does that mean? Is there something wrong with me the way I am? Am I boring? Is my life dull? Madonna reinvents herself all the time and has since the beginning of her career. Is she different upon each reinvention, or is it a marketing ploy? Jlo reinvents herself. She's always the good 'ole gal from down the street, but she's a mogul with multiple images. Is she reinvented or marketed? Both, I suspect.

With the publication of the book I've written, I've reinvented myself. I'm still my old self, but there is a side coming out of me that has been left unattended for quite some time. TJ Corman, the author, is more the way I used to be when I was a younger woman. She's a bit cheeky. She pushes the limit a bit. She dresses in sexy clothes and feels hot (literally and figuratively). She is having fun.

These days, I apply red lipstick with utter abandon, something I used to wear all the time. It was part of my signature look. Then I stopped wearing it for years. Ginny, the main character in my book, is concerned that red lipstick makes her look older. I thought that for a long time too, but I'm over it now. I'm back to wearing red lipstick, and I love it. It doesn't make me look old. It looks great, and I feel vibrant with it on. I had forgotten how red lipstick made me feel – sexy, confident, beautiful. So I'm slapping it on daily now and reinventing myself.

I've also found my closet again. I love clothes, bold looks and bling. Black and red and white are my signature colours. I've often said that my entire world is like that old joke from when we were kids, "What's black and white and red (read) all over?" A newspaper is the answer. But really, it's my world. My dog is black and white, and my car is black and white, with red seat covers. Almost all my clothes are those three colours. I've strayed to other colours, but I've reunited with my standards, and I'm happy about it.

I've also started to "shop my closet." It's a jungle in there. I've recently been reorganizing it, transitioning from summer to winter clothes, changing hangers to those skinny velvet ones that use up less space. So, now there is more room for more clothes. NO. Not for me. I'm shopping in my closet. I have clothes in there that I've never worn. Embarrassing. 

As I confessed to you earlier, I've been caught wearing my pyjamas all day long, so some days I get dressed up just for the fun of it. I do my hair and apply that red lipstick. I'm becoming that young lady who used to live in the city (I live in the country now). I was horrified one day when I realized things had changed for me. I wore something to the grocery store that I wouldn't have worn gardening when I lived in the city. And, of course, I ran into someone I hadn't seen in a long time. I felt slovenly and unstylish. I'm over that now. I'm definitely reinvented or rediscovered and on my way to something new. What once was old is new again.

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That's it for now. Have yourself the best day. I'll speak to you again next Sunday.
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The Bra-See-Ay and Panties

1/3/2021

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You learned a bit about me from reading the Twelve Days of Christmas series. You know I'm old enough to have retired. I'm a fun seeker, an author, a photographer, and a traveller. I suggested that we have a little bit of fun on this blog, so let's get started.

A word that's been in the forefront of my thinking lately is the brassiere. You only have to look at the cover of my novel to infer that. The bra-see-ay. What a word. What a concept. The over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. The double-barrelled slingshot. A teenage boy had to have come up with those descriptions.

Ginny fusses over her bra and panties set early in my novel, "To You, From Me." She buys some expensive lingerie in preparation for her first big date with Mike. The price of such garments exasperates her, but she feels sexy for the first time in years when she puts them on. She likes the feeling of her body inside her new ensemble. She can't wait for Mike to see her new bra, but she is equally terrified to get naked in front of him.​ 
I have a love-hate relationship with the brassiere. I think a bra can be pretty and sexy, but I can't wait to take it off at the end of the day. Sometimes my bras are strewn around my living room. Not because Husband finds me irresistible (although he does), but because I often take my bra off while watching TV. I fling it in his direction so he can have a sniff. He loves that part. My bras lay around my living room because I often go braless. So, if I tore one off yesterday and left it on the couch, it is probably still there today. The one I wore the day before might be there too. Because I'm inherently lazy and probably didn't pick it up or put it back on.

I have a whole drawer full of bras in various colours, styles, and purposes. I even have matching panties for some of them. A bra can make you feel so good – sexy to the point that you can hardly wait for your partner to touch it and rip it off you, especially if it's one of those bra's that let your nipples peek out. I love those! They drive men mad, and that sort of reaction can make a woman feel powerful. 

The bra-see-ay can be sexy, ordinary, a workhorse, strapless, cupless, shiny, cotton, silk, underwire, trainer, medical, bold. I could go on and on with the modifiers. The thing is, they hold the most defining part of a woman's body – the breasts.

Breasts are so beautiful. I get why men like them. When I was a little girl, I liked to draw pictures of women with barbie doll bodies. Those women always had long hair flipped up at the ends, red lips, tiny waists and huge boobs. It's no wonder I grew up to write erotica. The suggestion of how a woman's body should look was planted firmly in my mind by pop culture. I don't have that kind of body, but I sure appreciate one. I've accepted that my body will never look like that. It's okay. It's less maintenance.

Panties are another marvel of the modern world. They keep us clean and protected. They have almost the same properties as the bra – they can be pretty, sexy, functional, modest, minuscule. I'm not sure that panties have the same effect on Husband as the bra does, but he likes my butt, so maybe they do.

I can't think of many cons for panties, outside of the riding up that sometimes happens when wearing an ill-fitting pair. Going commando is pleasant under the right circumstances, but sexy panties can be a thrill. The first time Husband got close enough to me to investigate my panties, he exclaimed, "You've got on frilly knickers!" (He's Australian – he talks funny!). He was delighted, and so was I. Similarly to Ginny, as she was dressing for that first date with Mike, I was glad that I had thought to wear my pink lace panties and matching bra. I felt confident at that moment.

Even though I think the thong looks incredible, I can't embrace it. Some women swear by it, claiming it's the most comfortable thing they've ever worn. NO. Other than the apparent benefit of no panty line, I don't see the attraction. To me, a thong is not comfortable until my bottom becomes so numb from the friction that I can't feel anything anymore. Further to that, sniffing them is out of the question. Sorry. I default to the old standard panty. It's practical, comfortable and looks good on me. Then again, maybe a pearl thong would be nice.

That's it for now. Have yourself the best day. I'll speak to you again next Sunday.​
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