12 Flights

We have started a biggest loser at work group. My team mate is Jessie and we named ourselves the Hot Tubs. how cool is that? Jessie lost 4 pounds last week and I lost none. but i didn't gain so that was nice. It's hard to believe I am still struggling with my weight even after I had that darn surgery. I guess it really does come down to exercise, which I hate!!!

The thought of exercise leads me to this post...we have been doing the stairs at lunch time! From B level to the top of the staircase is 108 steps or 6 flights. Yesterday another group was doing the stairs at the same time and conned us into doing it twice. OY VEY MARIA!!!! I thought my lungs would burn off and die by the time I made it to the top of that darn stairwell the second time. Not only that, but i sure in sh*t didn't bring any deodorant to work and it was obviously going to become necessary!! Holy Glockenspiel.

Anyhow, I lived but by the time I made it home last night, after working here, doing the 12 flights of stairs and then going to the stamping store for 2 1/2 hours, I was spent. But I decided not to sit down or I wouldn't get back up. So I made dinner of fish, veggies and brown rice. It came out really well and I was quite pleased with myself! I also did the dishes and a load of laundry, that luckily Corey finished.

He actually HAD to finish the laundry as I was too pooped to pop and was asleep by 20 of 9. Thank goodness for Motrin though...My back and hips are aching like bacon this morning!