Filed under: Inspiration, Thoughts and Observations | Tags: biggest, exercise, hurts, loser, when you're fat
Ok, that’s not totally honest. I don’t watch a TV any more – I’m consuming all of my video programming over the internet. Hulu.com – ever heard of it?
Here’s my beef with the Biggest Loser. They edit it.
Well, I don’t really want to watch ALL of the footage, but they cut some pretty crucial information from the show.
Have you noticed that we have no idea what these people are eating? My guess is it’s an astounding amount of calories – if they are working out as much as I think they are working out, and for as big as they are, they might be eating 4,000 – 5,000 calories a day. That’s going to mislead a lot of people, lead to law suits, I get that.
Have you noticed we never have any idea of the lingering pain after the work outs? We see Jillian and Bob just wailing on the poor fat people in the gym, screaming “last chance workout” a lot, and then we cut to non-sweating people talking calmly to the camera. You have to watch very carefully to catch the clues to what’s really happening.
For instance, watch whenever they show a full body shot – like when they are walking to the weigh-ins. They usually do it in slow motion, and cut fast, so look quickly! So many of these people are wearing ice packs. Knees, ankles, elbows, if you watch you can see – these people are in pain.
For a fat guy I consider myself in pretty good shape. My blood pressure is great, no diabetes, none of that scary stuff they have on the BL.
In fact, I can pretty much guarantee I can beat you pretty handily at racquetball. I move pretty good, and I’ve got a great aim.
But after racquetball, it’s days before I can walk right again. Treadmill walking/running is just brutal on my knees and ankles. I wake up and they are swollen, the tendons are tender, it hurts. I wish I had trainers around to ice me down…
So I’m just saying. This process I’m going through hurts. Besides hurting my back lifting incorrectly, my joints that take the beating hurt just about all the time.
Even riding a stationary bike, although much better than a treadmill, will leave my aching and having a hard time going back down the stairs at the gym.
I’ve tried to cut back on the whining on my blog here – realizing that victim mentality I had moved me to a new place mentally about all of this. But at the same time I think it’s important to let you know – this hurts.
Hurts so good. Feels like I’m getting somewhere finally. That rocks.
Filed under: Family Relations, Weighing In | Tags: biggest, eat whatever the hell I want, expectations, fight, fighting, loser, losing, melt down, regret, too much sugar, tv show, weight, weight loss, wife
I watch the Biggest Loser. I kind of live what I hope to accomplish in advance by watching them… did that make sense? Everything I see them do is what I picture in my future. And when they have breakthroughs about their self-worth I realize how much I’ve suffered in that regard too, feelings of being ashamed of what I am getting in the way of me living life with joy and faith…
And I cry. Yep. Right there in front of the laptop (I watch on Hulu) I just let the tears run down my face. As they realize they are great it reaffirms it to my soul too. I am great. Sometimes I forget.
But the show has a downside. They lose HUGE numbers every week. So I get it in my head that I’m going to lose double digits every week.
So I get on the scale on Saturday and I’ve lost 4-5 more pounds. I’m devastated. So overall that’s 13 pounds in two weeks. Not bad. Actually kind of great. But that’s not how my brain saw it.
So Sunday I find myself facing fish sandwiches, pizza, a bag of candy, and more pop. I know I’m not supposed to, but for some reason I just can’t seem to shake this craving. I mean CRAVE. I eat it, I feel sick. The sugar in my system is draining my energy, I feel sluggish and heavy. And I don’t care. I want more…
Now this was kind of triggered by a pretty major emotional hit, my wife and I certainly not agreeing on a particular topic that is at the foundation of our lives. So I grab my camera, take off to find photos, and end up stopping at every convenience store I see for the next five hours…
I know, I’m not happy about it either.
Then yesterday, the machine in the break room is calling my name like some beautiful voluptuous siren. Pop tarts yesterday morning, cookies in the afternoon, then pie at home for family night refreshments last night.
So I’m thinking all of this through on the way to work today. Thinking about it while I work. How can the wheels just come off like that?
Here’s my working theory. Four pounds. I had big expectations, I came up way short, I voted myself off of the ranch. Subconsciously I think if I can’t be a hero why even try. So my mind releases all of the brakes that hold me back from what I know I don’t want, and I run into the mine field of Wendy’s ready to do myself some seriously great tasting harm.
It didn’t taste that great. I didn’t get much out of it in the way of enjoyment. Just the punishment of it all.
Man that sounds warped.
But I’m still going to the gym.
Still replacing two meals a day with shakes.
Still taking supplements.
Still feeling much better everyday.
Gotta keep those expectations in check…
Doug Losing Weight 