That's what my grandmother used to always tell me when we were doing her shopping. I would get out to get gas or something once in awhile, and I'd get whistled at. I'd blush and try to hide behind the car...anything to not be noticed.
She'd always say, "Krissy, when they stop looking,(whistling, whatever) THAT's when you need to worry."
There is some truth to that. I want to be the kind of wife my husband is proud to introduce to his coworkers or associates. Fitness can only help, right? ;)
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