Biggest Loser Frustration

I can't stand this season of Biggest Loser.  Seriously! I can barely watch it.  Do these people not know what they have?!?  They get the opportunity to focus on nothing else besides weight loss and changing their lives, yet all they do is complain and whine and create drama and quit.  For a season that is based on no excuses, they spend an awful lot of their time making excuses.  Forget about the money they could win, think about the money they are saving on groceries, nutritionists, trainers, gym fees, and clothes.  The contestants literally have nothing to worry about other than the scale.

I would do anything to not have to worry about work, finances, clothes, moving, errands, appointments, and everything else life has.  To be able to 100% focus on working out and weight loss would be like the world's greatest vacation for me.  In case you haven't figured it out yet...I am frustrated.  I hate what I did to my body during my little 3 month hiatus of clarity and reflection.  I gained waay too much weight and now I am reaping the consequences.  I feel gross and tired and stressed and worst of all...fat.  No woman wants to feel fat.  No woman wants to admit to feeling fat.  All I want to do is wear sweats and elastic, probably because none of my clothes fit comfortably.  Spanx are no longer my friends but rather a horrible reminder of how far I have digressed.

The horrible thing is that I am not motivated.  Doesn't matter what I do or how I feel...I am not motivated to eat right or go to the gym.  It doesn't help that I have been super sick, adjusting to a new schedule at work, preparing for a move, and running around like a crazy person in general.  Those are all just excuses though.  I know that.  What is wrong with me? Why can't I just pick myself up by the sports bra, put the Magnum ice cream bars down, and hit the gym?? Why don't I take the first step and pre-plan my meals? I know that my bank account along with my waistline would enjoy the break.  I haven't had cheesecake in almost a year and even the goal of losing 100lbs and a visit to the Cheesecake factory doesn't peak my interest.  It is almost as if *gasp* cheesecake doesn't matter any more.  NO!!!!!!!!!!

I am hoping that after this weekend of moving is over I will be able to settle into a routine of sleep, eating, and working out.  If not, well, it is a good thing I save a few pairs of my fat pants!!