Okay, so I must confess that The Biggest Loser is a guilty pleasure of mine. It is so compelling - these grossly obese (a medical term, by the way, I'm not being mean) have agreed to literally give their lives to a camp, where they learn to eat right and exercise like crazy. It is not unusual for contestants to lose pounds in the double digits in a week. Each week, one or two contestants who haven't lost as high a percentage of their body weight as their cohorts is sent home, usually by popular vote.
I honestly believe that a lot of the body weight lost is due to the shedding of tears. Maybe there's always tons of tears in reality shows - I don't watch enough to be able to say. But they sure flow on The Biggest Loser. They cry when the work out, they cry when talking about their weight, they cry when they don't lose as much weight as they had hoped to, they cry when they lose more weight than they had thought they would. And the number of tears that flow in the final fifteen minutes when people vote someone out is phenomenal. I should have invested in tissue.
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