The Staircase Snack Plan

I told myself I’d start taking the stairs more this year. It’s practical, efficient, a small way to feel like I’m improving. Plus, I heard it’s good for the heart — which is important, considering how I treat mine.

So I took the stairs today. It felt good. Empowering, even. Each step was a declaration of discipline, a reminder that I could still choose effort over ease. But somewhere around the third floor, I started thinking about nachos. Specifically, the ones waiting for me at the top.

By the fifth floor, I stopped pretending this was discipline. The elevator was broken, and the nachos were upstairs. That’s it. That’s the story.

But I’m counting it anyway — not as exercise, but as strength. Emotional strength. And cheese-based strength.

Still, I like to think that counts for something. Enlightenment, maybe. Or just altitude-induced hunger. Either way, the cheese tasted better up there.