Big Losers!

There are two parts to this post--the part where I realize something that I need to do for my body and my family and then the really funny part that came out of the mouth of my daughter. They both sort of relate to NBC's extreme weight loss reality show called, The Biggest Loser. I'll start with the serious part and then make then I'll "make some funny," as the clown-dad in the new Walmart commercial stated.

On Tuesday night I had a few late phone calls to make at work and managed to get home after 7:00--which is even late for me with my hour long commute. My lovely bride was not going to be able to make dinner so I used it as an excuse to get some fast food that I really didn't need. I've never had a weight issue in my 40 years of life, but lately it's been starting to sneak up on me. After changing clothes I decided to step on the scale in our bathroom--BOOM! I've managed to pack on about 30+ pounds in the past year or so. I didn't do anything about it, but it weighed (hey, a PUN!!) heavily (another one!) on my mind as I headed downstairs for the couch and the TV.

For reasons unknown to me, we (i.e. the wife and my 12-year-old daughter) decided to watch The Biggest Loser. Guilt came over me as I was sitting on my butt watching this show about health and weight loss and I needed to do something about my own body. About twenty minutes into it I left the room and ate an entire box of Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls...no, I didn't. Just wanted to make sure you were still reading. I headed upstairs to change change clothes again and got on the treadmill for nearly 40 minutes. It's a start and it's something I need to do every day in addition to changing some eating habits.

Now, here's the funny part. Before I got up from the couch there was a Subway commercial with one of the ladies from the show who was talking about her own weight loss and exercise journey. At one point she was in a mall moving along with a crowd of people and my daughter laughed as she said, "Hey, isn't she riding in an escalator?" I couldn't stop giggling and feeling proud that my daughter inherited my sense of humor.