Today, I had to deliver papers to an office on the fifth floor of a building without an elevator. Last time I was there, in December, I was breathing hard by the time I reached the third flight of stairs and was so out of breath by the time I got to the top, I could barely talk to the person I was dropping the papers off too. It was sooo embarrassing. Today, though, I made it all the way to the top before I started breathing hard. And I was able to talk to the guy normally. So, yay, even if I don't weigh a lot less than I did a few months ago, I'm definitely in better shape.