When I'm no longer fat, I look forward to walking my kiddos up the steps to their room, and sitting down to read them a story without being out of breath.
Currently, when we go upstairs to their room for bed time, I have to take a few minutes to catch my breath before I can start reading a story. I hate it. It's a measly one flight of stairs, and I'm totally winded by the time I get to the top.
It's ridiculous, really.
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