I'm pathetic

I only managed to get one walk in over the weekend, because I forced myself too, and I bitched and moaned about having to do that much. Really, I've become very whiny and obnoxious about how badly I'm doing with my food and fitness program. So much so that I'm sick of thinking, worrying, complaining, avoiding and failing in this area. It's damn annoying.

And if I weren't feeling badly enough about it, I'm confronted with this article this morning. I'm only 38 and I doubt that I could run a 100 meters (without stopping) at all let alone in 22 seconds! And what further boggles my mind is this man set a new world record for the 95-99 age group. Are you kidding me? Enough of these really old people have run this distance that they have world records for their age bracket? I'm totally flabbergasted and totally impressed.

So the upshot of all this is, I need to get my ass in gear. Pronto.

I have a doctor's appointment on Wednesday. I HATE going to the doctor. I haven't been in two years which is so bad, I know. However, you have no idea how much I loathe going. Yuk!

The Saint and I had a nice weekend. It was great to actually be home for most of it. We went out to eat with my mom and stepfather on Saturday night to celebrate Father's Day and surprisingly, had a good time. You never know with my mom. It can go either way. On Sunday we had The Saint's parents over for dinner and we always have a good time with them. They're leaving on Saturday for a Caribbean cruise to celebrate their 45th wedding anniversary and I probably won't see them now until they get back.

And if they're going out of town that means Little Guy will be coming to stay. I love him but my household is always up for grabs for the first 2-3 days of his visit.

My White Sox had two awesome come-from-behind wins on Saturday and Sunday!