Ok. Are you ready? At the risk of making a fool of myself ….. I am hooked on The Biggest Loser. I know what those of you that have known me in real life will think. I am after all the girl that didn’t own a television for 5 years. I used to gloat about it too.
What’s worse is I can’t really even say that I actually *get* that much out of it. Many times more frustration than enjoyment even.
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I reckon there’s a subconscious satisfaction/thankfulness at not end up looking like those on TBL despite being somewhat limited in ability to exercise/lose weight. Not that I’ve got hooked on TBL, but I do have those kind of thoughts when people groan about the excess weight they’re carrying. Besides that, there’s also a kind of fascination, for me, in watching people do something (ie. lose heaps of weight) that I’ve never had to do and can’t imagine the amount of oomph it takes to get started. I can get my head around the rolling momentum once the weight starts coming off, but it’s that getting started that makes my mind boggle