It's Biggest Loser Tuesday. Bob's got some new bling on his left ring finger. It's so big Liberace would blush. Definitely not a wedding ring. The guy who looks like Julia Childe just said, "I want to take a cupcake and rub it all over my body." Not sure how I feel about that. I've never had a food/sex thing. I wonder if the bigger people on the show resent the less big people. I love when Bob and Jillian cuss out the contestants (which occurs at least 5 times each episode). I wish I could do that to my coworkers and the people in line in front of me at Kroger who don't tell the cashier that they want to buy cigarettes until the cashier has finished swiping all of their groceries. Jillian just screamed at a contestant "I think you're full of shit!" You know, the contestant is a wife and a mom and probably arranges flowers on the alter at her church every Sunday morning. I don't disagree with Jillian - I, too, think the woman is full of shit - but I'd probably deliver the message a little more delicately. One of the contestants has lost 54 pounds in the first 3 weeks.
It's been 6 weeks and 2 days since I broke my ass. That's 44 days for those of you keeping track at home. I've done nothing but watch TV and eat and drink and complain for 44 days. I stepped on the scale this morning and was a heavy 185. My clothes fit well when I'm at 172 (and I'm talking about the important clothes like my skinny jeans). Right now all of my clothes are tight. Let me rephrase that. The clothes I can actually get on are tight. The rest of them are just hanging out in the closet, mocking me. My tailbone still hurts. But it's not a constant pain - I just feel it when I sit on it wrong or move too quickly. I'm dying to get back on my bike, but it still feels like it's weeks away.
Do you ever worry when you see people bending over that they're going to rip one? I don't know why that makes me so nervous. There are a lot of people bending over on The Biggest Loser. I keep waiting for it. I had a professor in law school who dropped his chalk at least 5 times each class. He always bent over at the waist. It made me so nervous.
Well, this blog still isn't about my training. I feel compelled to write, but only because I like to write. I used to be a good writer. I don't think I'm a good writer anymore, but at least I'm writing even if no one is reading it.
