I said I would watch a friend's house while she was out of town, and wasn't thinking about the fact that I would have to climb stairs. It was a fiasco, and just reminded me of why I prefer staying home in my bed like an immobile blob. Firstly, I walk with a cane, and really should not be climbing stairs. Secondly, as I was climbing the stairs, my pants split at the seams in the faux pocket area and my giant fat rolls came poking out. I was so exhausted by the end and my legs were literally shaking from carrying so much extreme weight up that impossible incline. I have just become too extremely obese for this. I could barely even breathe.