Biggest Loser
Biggest Loser
Season 10 is very much under way - lots of people have already been sent home, new challenges have been done, mid-week weigh-ins have made their appearance. There's always some new twist each season, of course.
BL is such an inspiring show for so many, me included. The staggering amount of weight lost in a relatively short amount of time, the commitment to be away from family and obligations for months, the stories of overcoming adversities - it all takes a toll on the audience. However, many of us don't take that inspiration beyond saying "oh wow" while eating a bowl of ice cream on our couch.
In this past year, I got tired of being that person watching BL while stuffing myself full of crap. I got tired of feeling like I was on the path straight to being on this reality show for obese people. I was obese, unhappy with myself (not unhappy with life), and tired. Tired of feeling tired. Tired of fighting with my clothes when I had to get out of my sweats. Tired of crying. Just plain exhausted with my body.
So I did what so many want to do but make excuses not to do (as I have myself numerous times). I lost the weight. I didn't lose 12 pounds in a week. I was lucky to lose 4 sometimes, but generally 1 pound a week was about where I stood (some better weeks, some worse weeks). I went through the ebbs and flows of losing weight. To date, I've lost 48 pounds (SO close to 50) - again give or take on any given day. I feel good and when I really take away the disgusting habit I (and so many women - and some men) have of picking myself apart when I look in the mirror, I feel great. I feel thin. Not Kate Moss-thin but healthy thin. I look it too sometimes (probably more than sometimes but it's hard for me to see).
And this season as I watch the Biggest Loser, I know I don't belong anymore. I already am the Biggest Loser! Right now, I'm not at my finale, I don't think. I'm close. But I definitely am not at the season opener or even mid-season. And I'm proud that I did it at home. If I can do it, why not you?
On a funnier note, I made an astute comparison while watching the show the other night: Jesse looks like Mr. Tuttle from Saved by the Bell.
Season 10 is very much under way - lots of people have already been sent home, new challenges have been done, mid-week weigh-ins have made their appearance. There's always some new twist each season, of course.
BL is such an inspiring show for so many, me included. The staggering amount of weight lost in a relatively short amount of time, the commitment to be away from family and obligations for months, the stories of overcoming adversities - it all takes a toll on the audience. However, many of us don't take that inspiration beyond saying "oh wow" while eating a bowl of ice cream on our couch.
In this past year, I got tired of being that person watching BL while stuffing myself full of crap. I got tired of feeling like I was on the path straight to being on this reality show for obese people. I was obese, unhappy with myself (not unhappy with life), and tired. Tired of feeling tired. Tired of fighting with my clothes when I had to get out of my sweats. Tired of crying. Just plain exhausted with my body.
So I did what so many want to do but make excuses not to do (as I have myself numerous times). I lost the weight. I didn't lose 12 pounds in a week. I was lucky to lose 4 sometimes, but generally 1 pound a week was about where I stood (some better weeks, some worse weeks). I went through the ebbs and flows of losing weight. To date, I've lost 48 pounds (SO close to 50) - again give or take on any given day. I feel good and when I really take away the disgusting habit I (and so many women - and some men) have of picking myself apart when I look in the mirror, I feel great. I feel thin. Not Kate Moss-thin but healthy thin. I look it too sometimes (probably more than sometimes but it's hard for me to see).
And this season as I watch the Biggest Loser, I know I don't belong anymore. I already am the Biggest Loser! Right now, I'm not at my finale, I don't think. I'm close. But I definitely am not at the season opener or even mid-season. And I'm proud that I did it at home. If I can do it, why not you?
On a funnier note, I made an astute comparison while watching the show the other night: Jesse looks like Mr. Tuttle from Saved by the Bell.
Comments
And I totally agree about the Jesse look alike! LOL!
I LOVE the Biggest Loser! I watch it after kick-boxing, which makes me feel very accomplished. :)
I'm still trying to find my way.