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Hearing "Beautiful Loser" ~ Bob Seger
I just need a trapeze
I said yesterday that I wouldn’t function well in organized weight loss groups. It occurs to me that this isn’t entirely true. In fact, I would not only love to be a participant in one such group, I believe I could thrive there. I speak, of course, of VH1’s stunningly ignoble “Celebrity Fit Club.”
‘Celebrity Fit Club’ takes such D and E list ‘celebs’ as Willie Aames, (Charles in Charge) Jackee (Good Times? Who remembers?) along with a couple of rockers I’m not familiar with and that gal from the ‘Snapple’ commercials (twice!) and divides them into teams for a contest to see who can lose the most weight. My favorite contestant bar none is crazy-as-a-loon Gary Busey who, in kinder, gentler times, would have been left alone to his own devices in some medieval village, brandishing a shepherd’s crook and railing about demons in the turnip patch instead of being paraded in front of cameras for all the world to marvel at. Today that’s just good TV. Well, OK TV. TV to watch while you’re actually doing something else.
There’s a tough boot camp sergeant to yell at everybody and call them soft, and a nutritionist and a psychiatrist to make sure everyone is OK with that.
There are the requisite fitness-if-your-trainers-are-TheThree Stooges stunts: One challenge involves rickshaw races around an obstacle course; another has the portly celebs gamely dressing up in sequined leotards and swinging on a trapeze. At the end of the day, the hapless contestants are made to step on a large scale in front of the host, their advisors, their drill instructor and the 38 people watching besides me to see if they have met their weight loss goals. Sometimes they do. Often they don’t. Hissy fits, whining and rationalizations ensue. I could so do that!
But here’s the part that I love. Or love to hate. I just can’t decide.
At the very end of the show, the two teams, sentient beings all, mount the stairs of a humongous scale which will reveal which of the two teams lost more weight that week. (Why can’t they just do the math…? Nevermind.)
So they hover there, waiting to be weighed, looking for all the world like a Renaissance depiction of ‘The Last Judgment,’ in which the souls of the damned are separated from those of the saved, until host Ant issues the command:
ACTIVATE THE GIANT SCALES!
That's all I need. A drama of biblical proportions. Now there’s a weight loss program I could really get behind.
Fitness Log : September 20, 2005
Breakfast: black coffee, ¼ cantaloupe
Lunch: too busy doing this foolishness
*little salad (lettuce, onion, oil, vinegar; tiny pice leftover tri tip
Dinner: * roasted chicken, broccoli
Gym: going, if this entry ever saves....
Treadmill: 2.50 miles 27 minutes
Elliptical trainer 3.59 miles 45 " "
upper body weight machines 20 " "
Weight: +1
Goal: -12 by mid October
* added later
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Gary Busey! Now, that`s funny!
V -
LOL, I happened upon that show by accident. It's a little like watching a car wreck happen. You know you don't need to see it, but it fascinates you too much to turn away!!
Rhonda
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LOL, I happened upon that show by accident. It's a little like watching a car wreck happen. You know you don't need to see it, but it fascinates you too much to turn away!!
Rhonda
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Well, if I had known Gary Busey was bringing his shepherd's crook, I may have asked to join your little fitness club. A drum roll, a booming voice and a clanging gong may be just the motivation I lack: Activate the Giant Scales! Isn't that what they say at those roadside weigh stations?
10/25/05 5:28 AM