The Wedgie Maker
Something really cool happened to me tonight. Before Zumba started I was stretching and this woman came up to me and said "I just have to say you look really great. How much have you lost?" My new friend's name is Mary and she absolutely made my day.... maybe my year. The kind words of a stranger often mean the most. She didn't have to approach me. She didn't even have to notice. But she did and she took the time to compliment me without even knowing my name. I hope that the world is graced with more people like Mary. She is pretty special.
I went on to shake my thing and get a pretty good workout. My favorite instructor even made a surprise appearance. I love her routines more than any of the others. There is some flavor in hers that I really like. There were two bad things about tonight's class though that I really feel are compelling enough to share. The first is that the room was probably 15 degrees hotter than it usually is. That makes for some sweaty ladies and makes most everything a little uncomfortable.
The second was my choice in underwear. Now, from writer to reader, you have stuck with me through the fart stories and the whiny stories and now, if you'll indulge me again, we are going to discuss unmentionables. When you get dressed in the morning you choose undergarments that are appropriate for your day wear. If you fail to remember that you'll be shaking your ass later you don't think about whether the ones you pick will be "slippery." The result? You go to Zumba, get a really great compliment, start dancing and giving it your all- swinging those hips and bending up and down and really putting your whole self into it only to be halted in your tracks by an atomic wedgie.
There is one particular routine that left no room for slippery undies. I think, in fact, the routine was created to work your bum muscles but I don't think in this way. I feel like I need to make it clear that I'm not one of those girls that advocates for butt floss. Clearly exercising in a thong is going to give you some issues but if you wear a thong while working out and DON'T expect a huge wedgie then I can't really feel bad for you. If you wear a completely respectable pair of undies that just happen to be made of satin then the wedgie is going to come as a surprise and not a welcome one.
So what is a girl to do? Do you stop in the middle of the song and go digging for the material? Nope. Not when you're hard core. You keep shaking that ass until you think the panties are going to come out through your mouth. I know... that's the best mental picture I've given you in a long time.
When you do go digging for it though there really isn't a discrete way to do it. Luckily I am confident I can't be the only person that was effected by the routine I am now calling "The Wedgie Maker." I know this is true actually because some of the hot pants some of the other girls wear don't leave any room for ambiguity or concealment. Maybe that's my problem.... Maybe I need tighter pants but I somehow doubt that. When you pick wedgies in numbers you can't really judge the fine lady next to you just trying to reset hers for round two.
<3Katie
Day 327
182.6lbs
Feeling beautiful
I went on to shake my thing and get a pretty good workout. My favorite instructor even made a surprise appearance. I love her routines more than any of the others. There is some flavor in hers that I really like. There were two bad things about tonight's class though that I really feel are compelling enough to share. The first is that the room was probably 15 degrees hotter than it usually is. That makes for some sweaty ladies and makes most everything a little uncomfortable.
The second was my choice in underwear. Now, from writer to reader, you have stuck with me through the fart stories and the whiny stories and now, if you'll indulge me again, we are going to discuss unmentionables. When you get dressed in the morning you choose undergarments that are appropriate for your day wear. If you fail to remember that you'll be shaking your ass later you don't think about whether the ones you pick will be "slippery." The result? You go to Zumba, get a really great compliment, start dancing and giving it your all- swinging those hips and bending up and down and really putting your whole self into it only to be halted in your tracks by an atomic wedgie.
There is one particular routine that left no room for slippery undies. I think, in fact, the routine was created to work your bum muscles but I don't think in this way. I feel like I need to make it clear that I'm not one of those girls that advocates for butt floss. Clearly exercising in a thong is going to give you some issues but if you wear a thong while working out and DON'T expect a huge wedgie then I can't really feel bad for you. If you wear a completely respectable pair of undies that just happen to be made of satin then the wedgie is going to come as a surprise and not a welcome one.
So what is a girl to do? Do you stop in the middle of the song and go digging for the material? Nope. Not when you're hard core. You keep shaking that ass until you think the panties are going to come out through your mouth. I know... that's the best mental picture I've given you in a long time.
When you do go digging for it though there really isn't a discrete way to do it. Luckily I am confident I can't be the only person that was effected by the routine I am now calling "The Wedgie Maker." I know this is true actually because some of the hot pants some of the other girls wear don't leave any room for ambiguity or concealment. Maybe that's my problem.... Maybe I need tighter pants but I somehow doubt that. When you pick wedgies in numbers you can't really judge the fine lady next to you just trying to reset hers for round two.
<3Katie
Day 327
182.6lbs
Feeling beautiful
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