Where did my boobs go?

For what ever cosmic reasoning, I've lost almost 10# this summer. Track, intervals, track, jumps, track, pacelines, track, I want to throw up, track, gasping for breath, track, 800s, track, 400s, track, 200s, track, do some more 800s. Yeah must be something about the track. The appetite just hasn't been there. Maybe my thryoid forgot who it's housed in. 4 years of mountain climbing and I don't change an ounce. Two months of track racing and it's like I've got a tapeworm. I noticed that my shirts were fitting an awful lot looser all of a sudden, falling like drapes instead of billowing pillows. And then my bras had a bunch of gaps in them. Think Tyra without her angel wings. My knickers that I live in need suspenders. And now my tight kick'n jeans are falling off my ass. And Rosemary said that she wants higher gearing to go faster around town. You bet, my sweet. Anything to race humanity along the streets. Fuck an a man, it's about fucking time. Get outta my way I got a bike I gotta rock.