Say … WTF?

Move that body: 2.78-mile walk with Denali

Last day to enter my giveaway for one of three vouchers for a free pair of Old Navy active wear pants.

This morning, about half-way through our walk, Denali and I saw a woman running toward us on the opposite side of the street. I have to admit that I was sort of jealous. You know, she was running and at a decent pace. Then I noticed something: She was pulling something behind her. At first, I thought it might be a wagon with, you know, kids in it. As she approached, I saw that it certainly wasn’t a wagon and there certainly weren’t any children. She was towing a kayak as she ran along the hilly street that runs next to the park. Mind you, the kayak was on some kind of wheely thing but … yeah.

WTF.

Last night, “The Biggest Loser” made a big reveal – and it wasn’t contestants at weights they’ll never be able to maintain. Nope. It was the newest trainer.

Anna Kournikova. The chick who flirted with tennis and played with Enrique Iglesias.

WTF. I may just have to stop watching next season.

And then there’s the biggest WTF of the week:

I got called out by my OB … for gaining too much weight.

I hit a benchmark yesterday, one I’m not comfortable sharing, and he warned me to watch it.

“You lost a lot of weight,” he said. “You don’t want to go back there.”

Thanks for the newsflash, Doc. But you could at least give me some credit – I’m not on track to gain the 40, 50 - heck, 60 - pounds my friends have.

“Eat healthy,” he said. “Fruits and veggies.”

WTF, doc. I lost 120 pounds – I think I know how to eat healthy. I’m not going to play stupid and say, “But I have been eating healthy.” I know I’ve slid, allowed some things in my diet that weren’t there pre-pregnancy. HOWEVER, I’m also not eating fast food and crap all day long.

“No sugar,” he said. “No bread – it turns into sugar. No pasta – it turns into sugar. No cookies – they start with sugar.”

WTF, doc. You want to, for all intents and purposes, tell her she’s getting too fat and then take away carbs. What do you expect me to eat? Ten servings of fruit. Well guess what, jerk face, there’s sugar there, too. (Clarification: I know that the sugar in fruit is better for me than the sugar in a Milky Way.)

“What are you doing for Memorial Day?” he asked.

Not eating cookies, I thought.

“Weeding my garden,” I said.

“That sounds good,” he said, making sure to add in something about a barbecue. A healthy one.

WTF, doc. Make small talk just to make your instructions sting a little more? Thanks. Really.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a low-sugar diet to conjure up.

What’s your WTF moment for today?