Ugh!

I'm so mad at those biggest loser contests.  Why didn't they vote off Joelle!  I mean, didn't they pay any attention to the whole Vicki/Amy saga last season!  Come on people.  

So last Friday Ryan, Adam and I went to lunch at one of our favorite sandwich shops.  I come back to the office and am telling a colleague about how wonderful this sandwich is and send her the website.  Oh, then I notice there is nutritional information on the website.  So I build my sandwich. Let's just say I'd just consumed over 50 grams of fat and 1200 calories.  Oh my gosh.  I go into panic mode.  I put on my sneakers and go racing around the block three times.  Then when I leave work, I take the stairs up to the car...on the 13th floor of the parking garage.  Now, for those of you who don't do a lot of stairs like me...one or two flights I can handle.  But thirteen...I was gasping for breath!  I was on I-35 before I had fully recovered.   When I woke up Saturday morning, I could hardly move!   My shins hurt soooo bad.  So the moral of this story is...build up to climbing 13 flights of stairs instead of just deciding to do it.  You won't be able to move for a few days...

I guess the Big D Climb is out for me in March...if you haven't heard of it, it's a fundraiser where people will climb 55 stories up Fountain Place.  Ryan and I had talked about doing it...I think I'll take a rain check on that one.