I have a guilty pleasure. Actually, I have several. But one that I'm willing to share is the Biggest Loser. I've watched at least parts of every season since it debuted in 2004 with Caroline Rhea as the host. Bob and Jillian were the trainers, even back then. There's now a new host (Alison Sweeney), and there've been several other trainers who have tried their hands at melting pounds off dangerously obese contestants, and I've been along for the ride all the way. I joke that I secretly want to be on the show. I know that in order to do so, I'd have to gain at least 100 pounds, which has thus far deterred me. I'll admit that I got close while pregnant with Bubba, but I have a feeling that they wouldn't let a pregnant contestant on.
When I married Ben, I kind of sucked him into my world of Biggest Loserdom. Often, he'd actually be at the gym while it was on, and he'd only get home in time for the weigh-in and vote-off. But he's coming around to my way of thinking: enjoy a bowl of ice cream and watch Bob and Jillian reduce grown men to tears and/or puking on a treadmill.
One day, a few months after we were married, my daughter happened into the living room while the show was on and stated very matter of factly that one of the contestants looked like someone we know. Ben and I held it together until Scooter had left the room before erupting into explosive laughter. And even though (or maybe because) this contestant was a constant schemer with an almost sociopathic personality, we still delight in the comparison today.
Vicky ended up losing 101 pounds. By the end of the show, she really did look like someone we know...Actually, she looked better.
That was over two years ago. Now...?? I have no idea what the real Vicky looks like. But I can estimate what our Vicky will look like next year:
How can I say such mean things, you ask? Scooter and I skyped last night. She showed me a number of things including "Vicky's" pre-natal vitamins...
pre-natal vitamins???? VOMIT.
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