Fat People, Weak Defenses
September 27th 2006 19:02
I’ve got to tell you that I could hardly wait for the new television season to start. I am a huge reality show fan (I watch them all!). The other night, I watched the premier of Biggest Loser. If you detect a slight solemn note to that, you are very perceptive. Don’t get me wrong, I love the show, but it is the one show that always provokes conversation at my house (or maybe I should say, confrontation). Last night, was no exception.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: Oh wow, there are 50 of them!
Son: That’s gonna suck…there’s no way we’ll get to know them personally. I don’t believe they’ll do it that way. Damn…what’s with dude’s hair?
Caroline announces that there will only be 14 at the ranch.
Me and my Son: Ahhhh.
Husband: Man, they have some fat ones this time!
Me: I can’t hear the TV.
Everyone gets quiet while we watch the fireman cry.
Son: Jesus, it’s only the first day!
Me: Battling fat is a very emotional thing
Husband: I’d cry too if I looked like that.
Me: I don’t think that’s funny.
Husband: That’s because you’re fat.
Son: chuckles.
Me: Since I was a kid.
Husband: So, what’s your point? All it takes is eating less and exercising more.
Me: Well, it’s not just about that…it’s been proven that there are some genetic issues involved. Look at my mom and dad.
Son: Oh please, you’re saying that you can’t help that you are overweight?
Me: Shut up! Yes, that’s what I’m saying.
Husband: I don’t have any problems with weight because I eat reasonable and I walk three miles a day.
Me: Shut up, Richard Simmons! I can’t hear the TV.
Son: My question is…why dothey make them dress in the smallest spandex outfit they could squeeze into?
Commercial comes on…..
Me: So, you don’t believe me? You don’t believe there is a genetic link? Well, I think I’ll just have some ice cream! Want some?
Son: Why yes!
Husband: Mint chocolate chip.
Me: (as I go to get the ice cream) Oh yea, I forgot to tell you, I signed us up for Wife Swap.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: Oh wow, there are 50 of them!
Son: That’s gonna suck…there’s no way we’ll get to know them personally. I don’t believe they’ll do it that way. Damn…what’s with dude’s hair?
Caroline announces that there will only be 14 at the ranch.
Me and my Son: Ahhhh.
Husband: Man, they have some fat ones this time!
Me: I can’t hear the TV.
Everyone gets quiet while we watch the fireman cry.
Son: Jesus, it’s only the first day!
Me: Battling fat is a very emotional thing
Husband: I’d cry too if I looked like that.
Me: I don’t think that’s funny.
Husband: That’s because you’re fat.
Son: chuckles.
Me: Since I was a kid.
Husband: So, what’s your point? All it takes is eating less and exercising more.
Me: Well, it’s not just about that…it’s been proven that there are some genetic issues involved. Look at my mom and dad.
Son: Oh please, you’re saying that you can’t help that you are overweight?
Me: Shut up! Yes, that’s what I’m saying.
Husband: I don’t have any problems with weight because I eat reasonable and I walk three miles a day.
Me: Shut up, Richard Simmons! I can’t hear the TV.
Son: My question is…why dothey make them dress in the smallest spandex outfit they could squeeze into?
Commercial comes on…..
Me: So, you don’t believe me? You don’t believe there is a genetic link? Well, I think I’ll just have some ice cream! Want some?
Son: Why yes!
Husband: Mint chocolate chip.
Me: (as I go to get the ice cream) Oh yea, I forgot to tell you, I signed us up for Wife Swap.
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