I am The Biggest Loser

I really look forward to Tuesday evenings now that "The Biggest Loser" started back up. Every Tuesday evening from the time the season starts until it finishes, Ricky and I settle in front of the T.V. with our fresh baked chocolate chip cookies and a glass of whole milk with one ice cube for me and watch the overweight people bust their butts to lose weight. Mid-way through the show, I feel as big as the people on T.V. and sick from eating one too many cookies. Then, I get motivated by the barely breathing profusely sweating contestants, Bob's excessive yelling, and Jillian's mean faces and use of her trainees as chairs. I down one last cookie and chug the last of my milk and  decide to make a lifestyle change the next day. By the time the Last Chance Workout is through, I have made plans to wake up an hour early the next morning to go running and I have mentally noted all of the bad food in my refrigerator and pantry that needs to be thrown away. All of the little fitness tips that they've given throughout the show have been written down and posted on my refrigerator. By the time the show has ended, I am pumped and ready to lose 7 pounds the next day. I do a few sit-ups and head off to bed and dream about how great I am going to feel after I start my new diet and exercise plan....

  When 5:00 a.m. rolls around on Wednesday morning, I turn off the alarm, roll over, and go back to sleep. I have a cookie hangover...I will start my new lifestyle next Wednesday...It's a vicious cycle.