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).
Even after watching many seasons of this show, I cannot fathom the idea that it’s possible to weigh over 200 lbs. Shit, I can’t fathom weighing over 120 lbs (I’m just a little guy, nobody send me hate comments please). But I’m being honest. It’s so irresponsible, gluttonous, and disgusting to allow yourself the sheer freedom of getting this big. A survey recently came out saying that by 2030, if current trends continue, 86.3% adults will be overweight or obese. And you know what? I’m here to say that just ain’t right. Enough of this “embrace your curves” mentality. Being curvaceous and being just plain fucking fat are different things. Let’s all keep that in mind. And I will now step down off my soapbox. I’ll try to curb my swearing, too, but I’m not making any promises because this show is infuriating.