Like many Americans, I can afford to lose some weight. I understand that and recognize that. What I don't understand is the people who weigh a half ton and when they lose weight, they literally lose 4 of me! I am baffled as to how you can get that large and how you're still alive!
The Biggest Loser, and I think the show's intentions are amazing. They literally transform the fattest people this world has ever seen and shrink them down to nugget size. If you watch the very first episode, and the finale, and nothing in between, it almost feels like you watched a real life version of the cheesy "Honey I Shrunk The (insert names here)" movies.
I have no judgments or prejudices against fat people whatsoever and I love watching these people be transformed from shy, self conscious, morbidly obese people into healthier, more confident people. They do that through a variety of challenges, workouts, and game play strategies, which sometimes don't always work out. If I were on the show, there would be a bit of game play on my end (ie: sending home the player who has more weight to lose so as to not ruin my chances), but this season is by far the most dramatic I've ever seen.
Weird that the green and red team fight more than Charlie Sheen and his women.
There is more drama with the other teams, of course, but my main issue with the show is the fact that contestants have a clothing requirement. During the weigh in, women wear sports bras and spandex shorts, and men just wear shorts. I know it's so the scale weighs their bodies, and not their clothing, but keep in mind that this is a "couples" season, so they have teams of cousins, mother/daughter, husband/wife, and...wait for it...father/daughter!!!
I for one, would have an extremely difficult time standing in front of people, half naked, if I were the size of a bottle-nose dolphin. I give mad props to these people who can stand on the scale, week after week, in front of their peers and America.
What I would NEVER do, however, is stand in front of my own father in a sports bra and spandex shorts. Like the black team, Darrell and Andrea, that's what they face week after week. I love my father, don't get me wrong, but I would feel sooooooo uncomfortable with boobs that resemble a peanut shell in a sports bra and a mad case of camel toe in my skin tight spandies. I know it's a requirement of the show when you weigh in, but still. I couldn't do it. But, because of the lack of clothing during a weigh in, we get to see the contestants bodies transform before our eyes for four months, which is both amazing and inspiring.
It's unfortunate we never get to see Jillian wearing next to nothing. Until now.