We have committed to always taking the stairs (except at the apartment, where we live on the 11th floor and the stairs are so tight we got dizzy the first few times we did it). Some of the subway lines seem to have been dug by giant crazed groundhogs, they go so deep down that sometimes you wonder if you are ever going to see daylight again.

On one of Matthew's routes to work there are 454 steps each way. HE is losing weight!

He says I'm not supposed to have little stick legs, I'm Dutch. What does that mean, exactly?

I don't know. I do know that life is a smorgasbord right now and I am digging in!