The BF and I don’t have TV (we have a TV set, which we use for DVDs and netflix, but no actual television reception) and I like it that way. It used to be because I hated all the commercials but now that I’ve gone 5 years without it, these days I also hate the programming; this is ever more apparent to me whenever we visit various people whose TVs are always on in the background, or when I visit my parents and flip through the guide. 500 channels and nothing on. How is that even possible?
Anyway, because we don’t have TV, I am to some extent excluded/immune from various pop culture events. (If it’s not on netflix or available from the library I haven’t seen it.) Example: The Biggest Loser. I’ve heard of it, and I’ve read some of the articles critical of their methods, but I’ve never seen it. Then today a couple blogs I really like had posts (So Much Fattitude and Fit and Feminist) about the final episode of this season of The Biggest Loser, which apparently happened last night.
The “winner” lost 155 pounds over the course of a few months. The photo of Jillian Michaels looking horrified is rather telling. But how can she be surprised at this result? She has played a huge part in making The Biggest Loser what it is, a show that shames people for their bodies and glorifies overexercise and extreme weight loss.
I am so angry and disgusted that they do this to people, and that viewers allow them to do this to people, and that viewers want them to do this to people. If viewers didn’t want them to do this to people, no one would watch, and the TV execs would create something different to watch.
There are so many worse things than being fat. One of them is losing 155 pounds in only a few months.
In other unrelated (and awesome) news, today was the first day I noticed my jeans fitting differently. Looser in the bum and thighs.
None. It was supposed to be a strength day. Instead I spent all day on the phone in the house-hunting project and on an HR call for the new job, and ferrying the BF to and from an appointment in Sac. Blergh.
In search of my TDEE