Sometimes things are better communicated verbally than written. Therefore, I made a vlog where I ramble my thoughts: I’m quitting The Biggest Loser. For those who really don’t want to hear me yammer about this, a quick summary is written below the video. But please watch 🙂
My love affair with the Biggest Loser started from season 1. People my size were on TV, busting their butts, and losing incredible amounts of weight. I cried with them in bad and good times. All in front of my television, munching on some salty, processed food.
Season after season, I watched faithfully – mesmerized at the incredible, rapid transformations. I watched the casting videos of each contestant eating crazy amounts of calorie-laden foods. I watched them go out with their families to get donuts and instead be greeted by Bob or Jillian instead.
- Who says that being obese means you eat a dozen donuts at a time or go through different drive thru’s back-to back? (as seen in the audition tapes)
- Who says that being obese means you have to have some sort of crazy, life-altering trauma that caused it?
- Who says that working out for hours on end and getting yelled at is the most effective way to drop pounds?
- Who says you have to puke in your workouts in order for them to be effective?
