Internet since I'm still on the injured non-surfing list, I've had to resort to other methods of exercise.
"Okay, go up and down the stairs five times," I say to myself.
I'm not sure how many times I did the stairs, because I lost count after three, five or six times. Besides, my fitness pal measures calories burned by the number of minutes exerted, not by how many steps I climb.
Twenty minutes up and down the steep steps only burns 163 calories, and that's not enough if I want to eat more than just rabbit food.
So I keep climbing. Thirty minutes burns about 245 calories, which is pretty good. But I figure, "why not go for forty minutes and burn 327 calories?!"
Why not? I will tell you why not. Or maybe I should let my calves tell you.
"Every move you make, every step you take, I keep crying, baby, baby, please," wail The Sore Calves.
Creepy. I feel like my calves are stocking me.
