This week  I:

*Kicked a ream of paper down the hallway with my crutch

*Carried a 32 oz. Big Gulp Diet Coke in my purse – without spilling a drop

*Asked for help at work 3 times (that’s a lot for me)

*Let my boss bring me lunch (okay, that one wasn’t so hard)

*Decided the humiliation of riding the slowest carts in the world is worth not huffing, puffing,     sweating and having spaghetti arms by the time I get all the way back to my office.

*Read the label and realized I could take two Vicodin at once, hallelujah.

2 weeks down, 3 to go…