Tuesday was a pretty much banner day in my world. You know why?
The Biggest Loser is back!
I know. I'm lame. It really doesn't take much to rock my whole world.
Okay, five minutes into the show, I'm crying. Seriously. Boy Child is like, "Mom? Why are you crying?" and I had to admit I have NO IDEA. They play this sappy-ass music and you just want these people to succeed SO MUCH and it just makes you cry.
Okay, it makes me cry.
So then Bob comes on the screen and I start SHRIEKING LIKE A GIRL. He goes to surprise the first couple and Boy Child says, "Mom? Why is that lady screaming like that?" and I said, and this is a direct quote,
"Son, if Bob Harper came up to me like that? I would absolutely lose my shit."
I seriously would. I LOVE BOB HARPER. And not just because he's oh-so-fine to look at. Good Lord. I just want to hug him and be his bff and let him whip my fat-ass into shape.
Now don't get me wrong. The show, for me, is pure entertainment. I'm vaguely disturbed by a program in which someone cries when they lose 9lbs in a week because it wasn't enough. I have been losing about 6lbs in a MONTH. I would give my one remaining ovary to lose nine pounds in a week. Okay, it's a piece of crap and doesn't work, but still. Nine pounds!
So, I know it's a competition. It's not reality for most people. But it's still fun to watch.
And along the weight-loss theme, if you haven't already entered my super-fantastical
Weight Watchers give-away, never fear. There is still time! Enter before Midnight EST tonight and I'll draw a winner tomorrow. And sorry, the drawing will be totally random and out of my control. So I can't cheat or anything.
Not that I would do anything like that. I totally wouldn't. I take my fat-ass and the losing of it very seriously, and I know you all do too.