I’ve never been a Biggest Loser addict … I get the whole premise of the show and why so many of my friends dig it, but to me, it has always screamed of extreme dieting/restriction, disordered eating (and thinking) and over-exercising. Considering my history, it’s not surprising I’d feel this way. But I know I’m not alone; a lot of other critics have come out and said similar things.
Tonight I happened to flip the channel to NBC and the contestants had apparently gone home for a short time (maybe a weekend? I missed how long). Watching them sitting there with their families at restaurants agonizing over every single calorie and food choice reminded me of my ugly past … and also why I have a problem with the show.
Continue reading “Not Down With The Biggest Loser”
For the past several years, I’ve refused to jump on The Biggest Loser bandwagon. Having been a devoted WWer for five years, I know the only way to lose weight and keep it off is through eating well and exercising.
And as a recovering disordered eater, The Biggest Loser, to me, represented an extreme: severe restriction and severe over-exercising.
And so although you know I love Jillian and her Shred DVDs, I just couldn’t wrap my arms around a show that demonstrates such unrealistic conditions.
(I mean, let’s be real: who has 8 hours a day to exercise with a trainer, and a set menu for each day?).
But then I watched the season 8 premier Tuesday night and couldn’t help but feel my heartstrings tugging and my feelings towards the show soften. Continue reading “The Biggest Loser”
One of the positive sides of blogging is we get lots of input from others who have been there/done that. Sometimes it’s in the form of tough love; other times it’s gentler nudges.
All the same, something that became abundantly clear to me as I read the comments the past two days is that I do need to break free from numbers … at least for a little bit.
The irony is that journaling/weighing/measuring is what helped me lose in the first place … but all signs seem to point to me needing to take a step back and finally trust myself a little more. Perhaps re-reading Intuitive Eating wouldn’t be such a bad thing …
(Here’s my review of IE from last August, actually … was refreshing to read it today.)
You do realize this notion of not journaling scares the bejeesus out of me, don’t you? But it’s time. It’s been a long time coming, in fact.
Mara said it best when she said she was using the whole “toddler” thing to her advantage:
“My toddler voice has been loud and strong lately. “I don’t wanna” count points. I “don’t wanna” work out. And you know? I’ve been going with it. If I can think like a toddler, I can eat like a toddler. Eat what I want, when I want, and the key? Just as much as I need. Toddlers eat til they’re satisfied and not a bite more. They don’t stuff themselves; if they want a bite of something, they have a bite of something. They stop when they’re done. So, I’m going to be a toddler… for now.”
That was just awesome, Mara — thank you. I never would have thought of it that way, that thinking like a toddler could actually be a positive.
It’s not going to be easy, especially because I like journaling (personal and food) but I’m going to make a commitment to go at least food journal-free for a few days. I might go blog-free, too — we’ll see. Continue reading “Breaking Free”