Let me start by saying that I have large bazooms. And I am old. And so I occasionally trip over my nipples. And that hurts.
I also always plan to exercise. This is a great plan and I will do it. Someday. One of my
I can't remember if I mentioned that I had to have a nuclear stress test a while back. They pump you full of radioactive stuff and make you walk on a treadmill. (Everything is fine other than my bank account.) The instructions said wear comfortable clothes and walking shoes. I have comfortable clothes, but they are not fit to wear outside the comfort of my bedroom. So my husband and I went shopping!!!!! I bought a cute little exercise outfit and swore I'd start exercising. This is because the cute little outfit cost almost as much as the stress test (not really) and I felt guilty (really.)
So now, when I'm looking for underwear or panty hose or socks, I run into that cute little outfit sitting lonely and unused. I feel guilty again. Guilt is not exercise. That's too bad, cause if it was, I'd be Kate Moss.
The thing is, if you put a cute little exercise outfit on over a crappy ancient wrung out bra, it isn't so cute any more. Trust me on this. I have bought exercise bras that look and feel something like an ace bandage. I have bought some that are made for someone other than me --- my ten-year-old son maybe. I have never found one I like.
So now, I want to win this bra. Even if I don't (and I haven't won anything yet), I think I'll go buy one. Hey, it's tax season. I may not have time or energy, but I do have some money. And what better exercise is there than shopping for a sports bra?