When I was watching the Biggest Loser, I had no sympathy for Max, brother of contestant Mike/son of contestant Ron. But, I was reading an article about the contestants the other day, and I read that Max is only 17 years old. That certainly explains a lot. I assume he's still in high school and probably harrassed every day. His jealousy of his brother's success makes so much more sense now that I see they are only a year apart. I commented on someone's post about this, although I can't remember whose, but my opinion of the kid has certainly changed, even though I still think he should have given his dad and brother their props.
I am feeling like a big failure right now myself. I swore I would get back on track with exercising this week during the cybercruise, but I haven't done a damn thing yet. What the heck is wrong with me???
Poor Josh...still a funnel-headed dog. Turns out my mother did not give him the right amount of antibiotic, so he's got to wear the elizabethan collar for at least another week and a half. He just keeps giving us the sad puppy eyes.
Quote for the day:
"The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May."
-- Edwin Way Teale
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Pleeze, you are not a failure. You just didn't exercise. Yet. You will. I'll lay on a little Jewish Guilt to ensure it.
I trust you. I know that you won't let me down. I am sure that you will go for a walk tomorrow.
Love
Laura
I awarded you the Super Blogger Award. :)
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