I didn’t watch Biggest Loser. I was so busy with the 2nd disc of Friday Night Lights that I spaced, and it turns out my DVR didn’t pick it up. And you know what, I really see it as a sign. I didn’t really want to watch it anyway, and once I miss the first episode of something I rarely try to play “catch up” after that.
So, strike Biggest Loser recaps and feedback from this blog, unless I have a volunteer to write the posts and send them to me.
Moving forward with Biggest Loser next season and the one after that and so on, I don’t want to hear “the biggest contestant yet” in promos for upcoming seasons anymore — this says nothing except that people are allowing themselves to get more and more grossly obese and I don’t find that to be something I want to tune in for. Frankly, it’s just gross.
That’s right, they’re headed home. This is where we figure out how determined each of them really is. My prediction? Well, it’s the same one I have every week…that shithead Ron will finally fail and we can put the masterminding and undermining to an end and let this game play out as it should — between TRUE competitors who have lost the most weight rather than those “playing the game.” Ron is physically unable to even participate in the majority of what they do in the challenges or with the trainers. He doesn’t care about winning, he is only here to try to get his son through to the end. I bet he can’t even do yoga — and yoga is stretching. I can say that because I regularly do yoga. But I am a lithe fighting machine, not a fat-eating machine (ok that’s a real exaggeration on my part).
Taking over from last week, when Kristen was saved. The contestants are finally realizing that the brown team of Ron and Mike poses a threat. I have never seen so many fat, whiny bitches in any one place. Where else would they congregate, I wonder? Perhaps Weight Watchers or fat camp? Everyone’s all, “Ohhhh, I may not win. I better just give up. But I’m worthy of it. I could win. Do I want to win?” Why did you come on this show if you’re still questioning everything so much after hundreds of pounds and now into your sixteenth week? It is beyond me. I think their accomplishments are amazing, don’t get me wrong, but the self-doubt followed so closely by self-congratulatory pats on the back scatters my brain.
he game with a golden ticket buried under either healthy or unhealthy foods. We learned that cupcakes are 520 calories (whoa, not good) but it’s worth it to each contestant if they can win the only vote in the elimination. These peeps guzzled calories like it’s their career aspiration. Kristen plays it smart when she figures out that the vote is only good for a person under the yellow line, and eating shit is a sure way to get there. It took them more than 80/100 trays to get to the end, which seems awfully convenient. Could it have been staged so that they were forced to eat their way through all of it?
