So when the Lord was passing out boobs, he sent me to the hiney line twice. SO since nursing I have entered into a whole new world. I have been trying to exercise more often and more rigorously, but I feel like when I run I look like Dolly in a boxing ring- i kid. I am not that huge, but when you're used to having NOTHING and no bouncing going on whatsoever, it really can be a hindrance.
So I solicited the sugar daddy for some cash to strap my new friends down. So I visited our local sporting goods fiesta and asked the helper lady for her best reccomendation. She assured me that this baby would be my best bet. So I went to the fitting room to try it on and much to my glorious surprise, I jumped, ran and did jumping jacks in the dressing room (not exaggerating) and these puppies were locked and loaded. It wasn't like it was strangling me either; it was a perfect fit. No more excuses for me. Its time to put my money where my mouth is and hit the trail a blazin'.
I got this picture of my new bff off their website- http://www.movingcomfort.com/ if you're interested.