Nature or Nurture?

Hubby went golfing with his buddies today. Since my ass was hurting from sitting on it for the last three days, I volunteered to "walk the dogs" with my cousin. It was only after we started that she said, "We have to walk for an hour. I had a piece of cake today." I looked at her dumbfounded. I had a peanut-butter brownie for breakfast, followed by a Frapuccino for lunch (with whip!). Still, I'm lucky if I used to walk from my desk to the ladies room. Now she wants me to walk a 2-mile course? "I clocked it," she said. Three miles later (she lied) I'm friggin crippled. Seeing a cute little brown bunny doesn't even make up for it. Now I won't feel so bad about sitting on my ass all day tomorrow on the computer updating job-search sites. Since I won't be able to walk, at least I can be productive. Where's the vicodin?