How to lose weight shopping at Walmart (a true story!)

WHY I THINK SHOPPING AT WALMART "COUNTS" AS EXERCISE

We went to WalMart yesterday afternoon because I wanted to get some prescription sunglasses with those nifty Transitions lenses. When I looked at prices for just eyeglass FRAMES at the doc's office, my heart started racing and my blood pressure had to have skyrocketed .... $240 for JUST the frames, before lenses were even added. So, by the time we reached Walmart, my heart rate was already up ... and in prime exercise mode.

After looking at and trying on 21 different pairs of glasses (nice use of upper body there .... lift, try on, lift, try on) ... I decided on a pair that both my wonderful DH and I liked. Then, since were were AT Walmart, we decided to pick up some basics. While he wandered off in search of mouthwash and deodorant, I mosey'd on over to the bra department.  For some silly reason, I thought that I would look at sports bras.

Of course, the NORMAL way to try on bras is usually to take it with you to a dressing room, take off whatever you are wearing, and THEN try on the bra. I figured I'd save walking to the dressing room AND undressing by just trying on the sports bra OVER the tank top I was already wearing. OH MY GOSH. Have you ever attempted to put on a probably-too-small sports bra OVER a tank top? About halfway through, I got stuck ... my arms contorted awkwardly, and I couldn't get the damn thing ON or OFF. So I started laughing to myself at the absurdity of the situation .... which made it even worse. As I gyrated and contorted and tugged, my husband finally arrived, only to be laughing so hard as to not be much help. Finally, he clued in that he should probably save me from this attacking sports bra, so he gallantly tugs for me to help me put it ON. (Not OFF, mind you.)  As I stood there, panting for breath and unable to breathe deeply because the darn things was too small, I realized that NOW I had to get the silly thing OFF. (No, it didn't have snaps.)  So my wonderful DH gallantly held on to the bottom of my tank top so it didn't ride up, as I squirmed and struggled and wiggled my way OUT of the death grip of that brassiere.

By the time I was done, I was panting and sweating. Who needs sports when sports bras exist?  Then my wonderful DH made some sort of silly wisecrack, and I ended up chasing him through half the store with the cart, until I finally caught up with him by the pet food. He is lucky I was so winded and tired or I'd have run him down, LOL!

So that, my friends, is why shopping at Walmart counts as exercise!!!!!

MOLLY

LMAO.......... wow what an experience. Death by sports bra's lol

I have had simuliar adventures and really do believe it burns off some calories especially when one gets stuck in situations like that.

Nice workout! LOL

You are priceless!  I steer clear of those evil vile sports bras.  If you are bigger than an A cup then the whole idea is to mash you like a mammogram machine so that you don't "wiggle" when you exercise.  The larger you are, the more it mashes.  If you are very well endowed your boobs end up up your nose and you can't breathe.  Nor can you bend over to tie your shoe laces!  SHAME on DH for daring to laugh at your predicament.  Tell him to picture a jock strap made like a vice grip to get the picture and if he needs visual aids you will be more than happy to assist!

the mental pictures are epic, Molly, thanks :D

That was you?! *wink*

I actually was in Catherine's, a womens store for larger clothes, this weekend and happened upon a women at a rack in her bra trying on shirts.  She was close enough to the fitting room to see me knock on the handicapped fitting room door to yell back at me that was her room.  I thought she shouldnt be allowed to have the store floor AND that room but I was just irritated because I need the support of the seating in such rooms to get up and down trying on clothes. 

Walmart IS a workout period without trying on clothes - thankful for the carts and random benches for us with walking issues. 

* resolves to never try on a sports bra ever again *

yesterday i was at the store for 3 hours walking around. yup, i counted it as some exercise. i was STARVING afterwards!

omg I got attacked by a sports bra the other day too! I tried to do the same thing since I was wearing a tank top, and got stuck. And of course me being me [If it can be knocked over, it will. If it can break, it does. If I can walk into it, I do.] I [think at least] that I stepped sideways, tripped on the wheel of the cart, and fell into another rack of bras. Finally was able to get up, and out of the demonic bra, and of course some hot guys were just happening to walk by at that moment. I probably should've been embaressed though.

*guys trying not to laugh* "you ok?"

me: "yeah" *laughs*

hot guy: maybe you shouldn't wear bras anymore *hint hint*

me: yeah, you'd like that

hot guy: hey, can I have your number? If you get stuck in anymore bras, I'll "help" you take them off *smiles*

me: in your dreams *starts walkign away*

hot guy: "hey, those are my dreams"

Men. pigs.