Those moments where you're so grateful you're not a whale Yesterday someone else's car royally ass-fucked my own when they weren't paying attention at a stoplight, and I was able to drive it to my destination, but had to leave it there to get towed the next day. Because I was out of a car and my boyfriend was at work, I spent all day walking around the city, totaling 20,655 steps/9.26 miles by the time I type this. It's days like this that I wonder how I would've dealt if I was a whale, and honestly.. I don't know how they do it. Yeah, I wasn't happy that I had to go walk over nine miles, but I was able to, and the only side effect was slightly aching feet by the time I was home. Plus I'm all the more set calorically for the pints I'm having tonight.  Does anyone else have these days where they sit back and think about how awful their life could be if they let themselves go? All the more motivation to stick within my calorie budget.