Wednesday 23 February 2011

The biggest loser...

I can't believe there's actually a programme on the TV called 'The Biggest Loser'.  What's even more difficult to comprehend is that actually, this is a coveted title...  The contestants on it want to be referred to as 'The BIGGEST Loser'.  Oh my goodness.  They have actually made weight-loss a competitive sport.

I haven't watched by any means all of this programme; but I've pretty much grasped the premise.  Lots of over-weight people live together in a house (OK - huge mansion...), trying to complete horrible challenges (watching them trying to resist the chocolate was particularly painful), being encouraged (shouted at) by personal trainers whilst they exercise, all before a team weigh in...  The team with the highest combined weight-loss is safe from elimination (Yes, well it is 'reality TV' - you couldn't really get away without an elimination could you...  Best not to think about it in a dieting context though...  'Elimination' could refer to something else entirely...)

I'm not sure whether I'm impressed, shocked or just really sad for the contestants, but it does seem like a very emotional and stressful experience.  Each weigh in has them dripping with more sweat than the sessions with the personal trainer...  Still, I guess if it's working for them - you can't knock it.  And they do have Davina Macall there to be soothing / encouraging too.  I guess the big question is whether they will be able to keep the weight off once they return to the real world.

My Dad has been overweight (to a greater or lesser degree) for the whole of my life; but recently, he has become our family's own 'Biggest Loser'.  He's lost over three stone now with help from Weight Watcher's (and from my Mum - she's lost a stone herself, just by being supportive and not leading him into temptation... Well done Mum x) 

So Dad, this post is dedicated to you.  Congratulations on losing weight whilst remaining in the real world, and not being shouted at...  I salute you. Gxx

1 comment:

  1. Congratulations, Gillian's dad, the falcon really suits you.

    I saw something even worse last night, and that's what comes of having Sky. It's called Bridalplasty, which gave me a bit of a clue about what was to come. Basically, a load of women live in a house together, and they're all wanting to win the perfect wedding. So they all compete to win a challenge each week. The three who do worst at the challenge have to try and drum up support from the others in the house, as the one who gets the least votes gets eliminated, and told that they will still get their wedding, but it won't be the perfect day. Charming. As you can imagine, this leads to lots of tactical voting and bitching. However, the really shocking thing is that each week one of the women wins some sort of plastic surgery, which you see being done on tv. Seriously. Competitive weight loss starts to feel sane after watching that.

    It's ok, we won't be setting it to record each week.

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