Take on yet another pair of sr

I'm not sure what walking with four kids at the zoo does to me, but as
usual I ended up with a full belly, an empty wallet and another ripped
pair of underwear. Somehow, these ridiculously large chick thighs
of mine have a Superman effect on my underwear because there are way
too many days when the sheer act of bending down or squatting means I
need to go to Target for replenishment. I really need to figure a way
to either drop some pounds in my thighs of find some carbon-fiber
reinforced boxers