Oh Biggest Loser.
What the crap?
I am totally not ashamed to admit that I love the following:
2) My TiVo
3) People who inspire me to do things like cry, work-out, and eat copious amounts of Fiber One bars
Thus, one would assume that I would totally love this show, right?
And I do. That's the bad part. Because lately? It's not so much been my favorite show on television as it's been an annoying time-suck that makes me scream things like, "QUIT YOUR STUPID DOUCHEY WHINING!" at the television. Which scares my dog, by the way. And I love that ridiculous dog.
Last season we had evil, bitchy women who didn't even care about their children, spouses, or teammates. Women who would lie to their trainers, the camera, and probably even their mom. One person, in particular, who was so vile that when they lost? I, in a totally uncharacteristic move I might add, jumped into the air and SCREAMED at the television, "BURN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" It was a bad, bad season. Dark, dark days.
I couldn't WAIT for this season, despite all of NBC's annoying voice overs which declared that among the contestants would be: THE BIGGEST WOMAN IN BIGGEST LOSER HISTORY and THE BIGGEST AND YOUNGEST CONTESTANT EVER. Which, frankly, was pretty annoying and kind of pissed me off. What message does that send? You're the fattest of all the fatties? Yay?
(I'm sorry if the word "fatties" offends anyone. I'm a fattie. I'm cool with it. Not so much with the actual being a fattie part, mind you. But the word is just a word)
Anyway. I couldn't wait.
And the first few episodes were promising. The people were nicer. They seemed supportive of one another. It was so much better and so much more inspiring.
Then? Boyfriend Bob lost his crap all over Joelle. Boyfriend. Bob. And I was crushed. Because Boyfriend Bob does things like yoga and encourages people to get in touch with their inner child and crap. He doesn't look his stuff all over someone and scream and curse the f-word. Not Boyfriend Bob.
And since then? Downhill. Fast.
The last episode? Downright depressing.
Because yes. They went to a spa. They went to a restaurant. They ate really fattening foods and drank a lot of alcohol. They, in the context of this show, royally messed up.
But in the context of real, actual life? Big freaking deal.
I mean, seriously? You're never going to eat steak again? You're never going to have a shot of whatever the crap they were drinking? You're never going to be in a position where you have to go to work every day and don't have 9 hours to work out?
I really, really, REALLY think they do people a disservice by representing life this way. People sobbing on the scale when they don't lose double digit pounds in a week? Really? I would give Jason's left nut (sorry honey) to lose ten pounds every MONTH. Never mind in a week. In a month.
This show just isn't reality. I know it's entertainment. But it really sets people up for some major, major issues.
And yes, I'm going to keep watching it.
I hate myself.