I am over weight. That’s right, I know I am. I am not happy, I don’t “love being curvy” – that is all bullshit talk for people like me to feel ok with being fat. The media, regardless of what everyone says, either bombards you with: be jealous you are not skinny or stay fat and be happy about it. There was never a whole lot out there about seeking out a healthier lifestyle. Then came The Biggest Loser.

I finally felt like there was a television show that understood me. That was, until this week. Neil, Ryan, and Amy – those fat bastards – turned the only pure television experience I have as an overweight, uninspired young woman into Survivor for fatties. Those f**kers “played the game,” which is code for turning into cowardly assholes, and gained weight on purpose thereby throwing off the whole comeradery of the show and its audience.

I am horrified, as a fan and as a person struggling with my own weight, that this show has turned into people sling-shotting their own weight to “play the game.” If that is the game, then I don’t want to watch anymore. Short of having them eat animal entrails, this show has turned into a farce. I watched because I needed to be inspired. Being foolishly inpired by these people, I have worked my way to losing 6.5 lbs. Not a big deal by any stretch, but you know what? It is time to inspire myself.

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