12.3

I bet you can't guess what that number is so I'll tell you. It's the NUMBER OF MILES WE WALKED TODAY. My Mom brought a pedometer with her to Paris and so after pouring cheese into our mouths for dinner, we walked our asses home for an hour and a half across the city.

My body doesn't know how to respond to this EXTREME calorie/exercise combination; all I can say is I'm going to need to be put in a freaking full-body cast by the time the weekend rolls around if this pace continues.