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So, here’s a quirky little thing you need to know about me:  I have not bought new panties since losing over 100 pounds.  121 to be exact.

Yeah, I know.  You’d think they would fall off, but they don’t!  I bought the girdle kind when I was heavy.  The kind that made me look like I was a sausage stuffed in a casing, just waiting for that fork to pop me.  They were slimming, you know!

My friends make fun of me for this.  Of course, they do.  I even have three friends on panty patrol.  They know if I am in a wreck that they need to bring me new panties.  I can’t be carted off to Glory, or even the hospital in my current panties. 

Unbelievers have even had me raise my shirt to show how high my panties reach.  I’m telling you, it’s not pretty.  I’m not bragging.  Just stating the facts!

Well, I have finally conceded that I need new panties, even though I recently broke my own personal best jogging trail time due to my big girl panties.

You see, I like to jog at a local trail.  It is a six mile trail.  You park your car.   Jog three miles in one direction and three miles back.  It’s great.  I love it.

Well, about 2 ¾ mils into the run, I hear my panties say, “Uh huh, girl,” as the final bit of elastic they once had gives way.  So, I clench my cheeks to hold them up, thinking, I am just too close to the 3 mile mark to turn back now.  As you can well imagine, this was certainly a mistake.  I mean really, if your panties fall off, should you really keep jogging in public?!

I made it to the 3 mile mark, and this time, I hear my panties say, “Oh HELL no,” as they slide past my cheeks, getting stuck at the crotch, of course, creating little curtain like side pockets under my sweats.  I was just thankful I wasn’t in shorts.  Have mercy!

So now, I’m three miles from the car, but parts of my panties are only 2 ¾ mile!  What’s a girl to do?!  Well, let me tell you.  I ran like there was no tomorrow.  I made the skinny people in the little running shorts look like they were standing still!  It’s amazing the things you can do when you have to!

The panties and I made it back to the safety of my car, where this time they tell me, “We told you so.”

So, I decide to text my friend, John.  He knew the panty situation well.  So, I send him a message that I THINK says, “OK, you were right.  I need new panties, I was jogging and my panties fell off.”

Only, T9 language being turned on, I actually told him I was “logging and my panties fell off.”  Times like these, you find out how fast a man can really text!  “What the hell is logging?” was the very fast response I received! 

You see, he’s one of the ones on panty patrol.  I’m sure he was worried it was time to bring me some new ones!

So, I got in my car, slid my panties the rest of the way off, and went to the store.  Yes, I went panty shopping with no panties. But, I emerged victorious!

I have new panties.  They fit.  And I look good in them!  But….they’re too pretty to jog in!

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