Can we talk about The Biggest Loser?

Okay, good, because I’m not sure how I feel about it.

I know it’s been on since the beginning of time and I should have a solidly formed opinion about it, but I don’t. I’m wishy-washy.

First of all, weight loss is an insanely hard thing, because it isn’t just about calories in versus calories out like TV trainers make it out to be; weight loss includes feeling awkward a lot of the time because you don’t want other people to know you’re uncomfortable with your weight, it’s about life and fitting in, it’s emotional, and scary when you feel awkward in your own body because it’s not the shape you are used to it being, and overwhelming when you realize that the world will treat you differently (that’s a dirty secret no one likes to tell)—whether that’s because of how you look or how you feel about yourself. For most people, weight loss needs to happen in the real world, not a controlled environment where everyone around you supports your mission to overhaul your life.

Other things that make me uncomfortable about The Biggest Loser: the fact that they force people who have very little experience with exercise into multiple hour a day training sessions right off the bat. I’m seriously amazed no one has died on this show yet. Next, they hawk oodles of processed diet foods. If I see one more contestant talk about what a great choice Subway/Pudding Cups/Reconstituted Meat-like Products are I’m going to reach through the TV and slap them around a bit. But the most important thing is that they reduce people to a number, which is exactly what people who obsess over their weight need to overcome (We are not numbers, we are people!), and yet every episode at the end of a week of puking, crying, and dramatic revelations the contestants have to take their clothes off in front of television cameras and wish for some astronomically high number that isn’t even healthy to lose in one week.

But there are a few good things about the show. For starters: Dolvett. He’s pretty. I’d like one for Chrismukkah, please. Second, watching people achieve their dreams never ceases to be an emotional and inspiring experience. And thirdly, based on the fact that no one has died yet, and they have them do some seriously insane stuff, I leave each episode knowing that the voice in my head telling me that my workout is “too hard” is just a voice, and I’m capable of so much more than I’m comfortable with.

Every few seasons I tune in and want to be super inspired by the hard work and dedication by the people on TV. My dedication to the show usually lasts four or five episodes, then when the contestants, who all seemed like really sweet people in the beginning, start getting all vicious about voting their former friends off, I lose interest.

I like people to be nice. In fact, when movies or television shows get too suspenseful I usually start cleaning…or change the channel. I’m the least suspense-tolerant person ever.

Considering we’re three episodes into this season I only have one or two left in me.

Love it or Hate it? How do you feel about The Biggest Loser?



French toast made with egg whites, cinnamon, almond milk, vanilla, and topped with banana and syrup


This little combo came from The Fella, and it’s pure genius. Tofurky with spicy seaweed snacks. I wrap them up in Trader Joe’s reduced carb tortillas. I like the reduced carb ones because they don’t dry out like regular tortillas and don’t make a crumbly mess.
Side of hummus with bell pepper and carrots


Garden vegetable frittata made with ¼ whole eggs, ¾ egg whites
Salad, dressed with olive oil and lemon juice

Exercise: Rest Day!