The Biggest Loser is the…. Smallest Winner

Do you watch The Biggest Loser?   I don’t watch the show. Here’s why: 1) I don’t have much time to watch TV, so if I’m going to watch something, simply put, The Biggest Loser doesn’t make my short list. 2) The extreme weight loss methods employed make me twitchy. 3) I watched an episode during which the losers of a physical challenge were forced to eat unhealthy foods like donuts and chocolate fudge cake, which *infuriated me* and in my mind completely discredited any good they might otherwise do. But trust me, I know enough about the show to have an opinion.  And here’s the thing….  yes, it’s about weight loss, but first and foremost, IT’S A GAME. It’s reality TV. And reality TV isn’t good unless it’s dramatic and out of the ordinary and shocking and pulls you, the viewer, onto an emotional roller coaster. Therefore, from a health & wellness standpoint? The show gets a failing grade. From a TV ratings standpoint? A+ all the way. I happened to catch last night’s finale, only because my husband was channel surfing while I was working at my desk nearby, and when we noticed they were revealing this season’s winner, we tuned in. I haven’t watched a single moment of this season’s show until last night. I know nothing of the contestants’ experiences. And by now you must know the interwebs are a’buzz about the winner, Rachel Frederickson of Los Angeles, who is a mere 24 years old, and who lost 59.62% of her body weight. 59.62 gahdamn percent of her body weight, people. When the show started,...