I heart me some Biggest Loser. Those fat people show up on my television and my arse is crocheted to the chair for the next two hours. And no, I don't have a snack while I watch. That would just be tacky.
I just love seeing them pumping iron, climbing the stairmaster, running (running!) on the treadmill and doing core body work. I love to see them with sweat trickling down their foreheads and the intense look in their eyes as they curse every damn cheeseburger they ever chowed on.
And I especially love that they are all fatter than me.
Well, until the next couple of weeks of the show when the women start dipping under two hundred. Then I start getting nervous. What the networks need is a show called, Not Quite Fat Enough. Because I'm too fat to wear those cute little flippy skirts, but not fat enough to get on TV. The no man's land of fat.
And I love the new emotional component they have on the show, where Bob and Jillian dig deeper to find out why these people are fat. What I want is for someone to look at them and say, "Look, I eat because I love food. It's tasty. It makes me happy and it is pleasurable to have something delicious doing the snoopy dance across my tastebuds."
Am I the only person in America who is overweight because I adore food? According to the Biggest Loser and Oprah, I just may be.
And I have to add that it would be easier to lose weight if I had Bob and Jillian with me all the time, though Jillian kind of scares me!
I have been going to the gym and walking, but honestly, it's hard when I'm so busy trying to be perfect (see last weeks post). Of course, being perfect means being in shape too. Sigh. I guess I'm going to have to work on it harder.
Who put out today's title?