I do cardio. I should do more but it's too much of a chore. So every day, sometimes twice a day, I go for a walk. And I talk on the phone or I listen to audiobooks or I find songs for the radio show. It's discouraging. I'm probably good for 15-20 miles a week and careful monitoring of my caloric intake has me permanently set at "obese." Those appear to be my biological choices: "obese" or "exercise bulimic and also so light-headed that your teen years go by in a fog." I recognize on some level that I'm anything but obese, I'm the thinnest of my friends by far, who are all normal-shaped people, can out-pace them in pretty much any activity but I'm irrevocably broken inside. Cousin averred to the fact that he had finally realized that it's a goddamn miracle I came out halfway normal (plutonium adventures continue apace). But it fucking sucks nuking shoes in three weeks because apparently I have an adamantine skeleton or some shit.