Hiya folks, I keep a spreadsheet to track my columns used in the paper each week, and this one was marked in red (to denote that it probably won’t be used now). It was one of the first I wrote back in February, and I thought that it would have been timely for it to have been used back then… or maybe early March. Because it didn’t get used, I was actually driven to try harder, and really knuckled down to improve my writing style, tighten the word count and lift my efforts to write at least one ‘good’ column each week, and one first draft, so I’ve always got something to work on when inspiration runs a little low.
So, last Monday, I opened the paper, saw this column and thought, ‘Good God, they used it! A month after the show had finished?!’
Some of this stuff was written on the Craig Harper forum, so for those of you familiar with my scribblings there it’s old news… so, for better or worse, here it is:
The Biggest Loser is Us
On Sunday night we sat down as a family and watched the start of this seasons’ Biggest Loser programme. It was my fault. If the remote control hadn’t been on the other side of the room I would have quickly changed channels.
The concept of the show, from what I can work out, is to find a group of morbidly obese people and embarrass them thin. Those in the group who are unable to lose weight are quickly booted off the show. Now, am I missing something here, but aren’t they the ones who need the most help?
What happened to the idea of the fair go, mateship, and helping each other over the line? Obviously it doesn’t make for exciting reality TV.
Apparently what viewers want to see are a group of tattooed, muscle bound, training ‘professionals’ yelling insults at the contestants as they struggle through their exercises. Imagine if our teachers had used the same formula to educate us in school: “Come on stupid, what’s thirty six times 8? Well, why can’t you do it? Don’t cry boy, kindy is meant to be hard!”
Come to think of it, many of my teachers did use that method, which would explain my lifelong horror of mathematics.
And is it really necessary for the participants to be made to wear outfits that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination? It certainly helped me lose weight, as I was unable to finish my dinner after sitting through the weigh in.
The part that slayed me was when one of the entrants said, “I looked in the mirror and thought ‘Enough is Enough’.” Perhaps if he’d looked in the mirror about 85 kilograms ago he wouldn’t be on tele now being abused by a steroid filled egomaniac for our entertainment.
And what group of people do they think will tune in and watch this show? If the ads are anything to go by, then it’s other obese folk. The marketers at Hungry Jacks, and the sports equipment hire mob, are in no doubt as to who is watching.
The last point I’d like to make is what happens when the show is finished? It’s all well and good for the contestants while they are on the show. All they have to do is follow the trainers’ instructions, and eat highly nutritious foods that are prepared for them by a team of qualified chefs. They don’t even have to wash and wipe up! How is that reality? I’ll bet that once they get home to their normal routines it must come as a rude shock to not be waited on hand and foot, as well as having to mow the lawn, clean the bathroom and go to work. Bet their diets and exercise go out the window faster than you can say ‘Alfalfa Sprouts’.
Ok, we have an obesity problem, but the answer is pretty simple. Eat less, eat better, and move more. It’s a fairly basic formula. Seriously, join a gym, get a personal trainer, join an online forum that keeps you motivated, or get a dog and walk it everyday. Do Something! Sitting on your couch watching a group of fat people being hectored is not going to help us lose weight. Even if you are texting.
On the bright side, The Biggest Loser has certainly motivated me. Never again will I be too lazy to lift my butt off the couch to search for the remote control.