On the fence about Biggest Loser
Wednesday, February 09, 2011
Generally, Biggest Loser irritates me. The sucked me in this season with the "unknown trainers" and I really like them. Of the original trainers. Bob's ok but Jillian dances on the jagged edge of my very last nerve. Anyone who has read any of my Biggest Loser blogs will find a long standing disdain for Jillian Michaels. You would have to give me the $250k in cash up front and tax-free to to have her "train" me. Brett and Cara seem to have a clue, and I have always said that if money fell from the sky I would hire a boxing training to get my husband into shape. Their techniques have
I hate the game playing in Biggest Loser, so now that the novelty of the new trainers is over and the whinging of the Black Team has commenced, I am thinking of dropping Biggest Loser from the DVR. If I want to see an ultra-morbidly obese person get his life together, I'll watch Heavy.
At this point the only reason I have for wanting to get on Biggest Loser is the meet Alison Sweeny, so that she can go back to the Days of Our Lives set and tell them that Ciara is pronounced Keera not Sierra. For those who don't watch Days of Our Lives, Alison's character Sami Brady has a cousin Ciara Brady. Grandpa Shawn is Sami's (and Ciara's) grandfather born and raised in Ireland. He was still alive with Ciara was named. And the show did a big backstory storyline about Shawn's sister when they were young in Ireland. So logic dictates that if your granddaughter is given a Gaelic name and you hear your son and daughter-in-law mispronouncing it, you would think you would sort them out, don't you?
Then again the writers spelled his name Shawn, so what so I know?
Back from my Days rant, to my Biggest Loser rant. I am not sure I can tolerate Biggest Loser now that they have brought everyone together and the game playing has commenced, And per usual, I ate ice cream while watching Biggest Loser.