I have chosen to walk up the stairs 9 times out of 10 when I am faced with both options. I believe that walking up 23 steps is somehow going to help me reach my weight goal. Although walking up the stairs seems to be the only cardio I ever really do throughout the day, I feel it should get easier.

Whenever I walk up a flight of stairs, the short trip always leaves me panting for air, meanwhile, I try to pretend that I did not nearly faint during my short trip. As I try to concentrate on my breathing and on each movement I make to make my stair climbing seem effortless, I always look to the people around me.

I wonder if they are trying as hard as I am to pretend this is a walk in the park. As I feel a sweat tear forming, I pay more attention to people’s foreheads which seem as dry as my bank account.

I don’t understand how I can be the only one struggling to get to the second floor.

Each time I walk up the stairs I convince myself for those short minutes that I will start working out. I have to walk up at least one flight of stairs without dripping sweat, this is pathetic, I think every time. Without failure, once I have finally reached my floor, the thought of exercising leaves my mind completely.