actually climbing stairs, or rather my lack of ability to climb four flights of stairs of a parking garage were the the final slap upside the head that made me realize that I either had to lose weight and get my life in control of just give up and veg in a recliner eating chocolate covered cherries until I died.

6 years and 130 pounds later, not to mention endless hours at the gym and over 3,000 miles a year on the bike I am thankful for that lesson.

marni