Oh, hello! Let’s have pudding while we watch the show.
(I’m too lazy this week to post links to the previous weeks too, but Episode 6 links to all the other weeks, if you are even interested.)
Last week:
Blue team: Total pounds: 35 Total %: 2.65
Liz -4 to 228
Rebecca -5 to 232
Tracey -4 to 202
Allen -8 to 270
Rudy -14 to 355 (GO RUDY!! 87 pounds down so far.)
Black team: Total pounds:34 Total %:1.98
Abby -4 to 204
Dina -5 to 208
Amanda -6 to 218
Danny -15 to 357 (GO DANNY!! 73 pounds down.)
Daniel +1 to 277 (WTF??)
Shay -5 to 411
Dina went home. This week, they are going to go head to head on the scales. What ever that means. (Editor’s note: Is it just me, or does it seem like Shay should have lost more weight by now? Usually, the fatties lose weight much more quickly. Especially that size. Granted, she is down close to 60 pounds, but still…)
Rudy is ticked off that Dina is gone. Liz is all whipped up that they voted her out.
A new morning dawns, and they come in to face Sami. They are half-way thru the season. (Thank god.)
Head to head against someone from the opposite team. The winner of the weigh in gets a point. The team with the fewest points sends someone home. Who ever wins the challenge decides who competes against whom in the weigh in. Only one player at a time, they can switch at any time, but each player only gets one turn. They have to bob under a bar and hit a disk hanging on either side. They get a point for each disk hit. First team to 500 wins. Black team switches out players really quickly. Blue team is going longer with each player. It’s down to Rebecca v Daniel down to the end. Rebecca wins for the Blue team. Black team is pissed since they haven’t won a challenge yet. Blue team has 10 minutes to decide. It comes down to:
Rebecca v Amanda
Tracey v Abby (shocking… Crazy had to editorialize.)
Allen v Danny
Rudy v Shay
Liz v Daniel
Pretty good matchups, IMO. It’s face-off week. They all talk smack about each other. Blah blah blah.
Bob’s team is in the pool. He’s trying to kill them in the pool. Jillian’s team is in the gym. She’s “picking” on Amanda. Amanda is sassing her. Jill is telling her that she’s stuck in being a failure. She needs to have courage. Amanda is now sitting on the treadmill and crying. Total meltdown. Jill tells her that if she quits (the treadmill) now, she is a failure. (Harsh, but kinda true. (Look at me getting all philosophical! *heh*)) Amanda walks out of the gym. Jill says under her breath “Why are these contestants so friggin difficult this season?” (Uh, yeah, ‘cuz last season they were all sunbeams and unicorns. *eye roll*)
New challenge. They are at a baseball diamond. The numbers on their jerseys represents the number of pounds they have lost so far. There are life-sized pictures of themselves in the outfield (when they first started). Derek Jeter is there virtually to tell them about the challenge. (Aside: Shay in baseball pants? Not so much.)
2535 balls in the field. Grab a ball, throw it at a picture of an opponent. 316 hits and they are out. The winning team gets lunch made for them by Curtis Stone, and a 2 pound advantage. Abby and Tracy are sitting out. Black team wants to get out Allen and Rebecca first. Allen is out. Amanda is out. Rebecca is out. Daniel is out. Rudy is out. (Aside: I kinda hate Shay.). Liz is the last one. And she’s out. Black team wins. They can use the 2 pounds either 2 for one face-off or split them so 1 pound each for 2 face-off. Curtis is making them barbecue. (With Jennie-O turkey.) Burgers using portabello mushrooms as the bun. Hmmm…
Hour one recap. Last chance workouts. Jill is talking with Abby about what is changed for her. She actually asked Abby what it’s like to lose everything you ever loved. We hear her story. OMG, *sobbing now*. I cannot even imagine what it must have been like. My stupid problems are so small. Even Jill is moved. Abby has chosen to live. Not just exist. What a remarkable woman. Truly. She is certainly an inspiration for me. Wow.
Okay, Jillian is all up in EVERYONE’S business this week. Amanda was crying. Shay is on the floor sobbing about her mother. I know they have to get to the bottom of the issues, but dang Jill.
This week’s weigh in:
Blue team: Won the weigh in. Black team has to send someone home.
Liz -7 (Down 46 so far this season) Won the face off.
Rebecca -9 (Down 56 so far this season) Won the face off.
Tracey -5 (Down 41 so far this season) Won the face off.
Allen -8 (Down 63 so far this season)
Rudy -14 (Down 101 so far this season) Won the face off. Broke Dane’s record. 100 pounds in 7 weeks.
Black team:
Abby -3 (Down 46 so far this season)
Amanda -4 (Down so far this season) (Has the 2 pound advantage)
Danny -12 (Down 85 so far this season) Won the face off. Has immunity for the elimination.
Daniel -5 (Down 40 so far this season)
Shay -9 (Down 74 so far this season)
Black team has 20 minutes to decide who to send home. Danny is safe. Abby is volunteering to go home. (BTDub, Sami’s dress is really pretty this week.) Abby votes out Amanda. Shay votes out Abby. Amanda votes out Abby. Danny votes out Daniel. Daniel votes out Abby. Abby is going home. Sami is going to cry!
At home update: HOLY CRAP! She looks amazing! She’s doing public speaking. She gives me chills. She’s down 80 pounds. She’s hot!
Next week: they are going to Washington DC. Oh, and more drama with Crazy.
Oh, hello! Help yourself to some beef stew. Mum made it.
So, after having read Debra’s brilliant post, I was inspired to straighten/clean/discard/sort through my stuff. It’s slow going, but the end result is worth it. This past weekend, I tackled, among other things, the front closet. More specifically, the shelf in the closet with all the really important winter scarves, etc thrown up there into a ball.
What did I learn? Bottom line? I have a problem. Turns out, I have eleventy jillion scarves. All beautiful. All ones I think I love. Also? I have 24,000 baseball hats. Which, you know. Good thing. Because I only regularly wear 3 of them. What. The. Heck? What do I need this much stuff for? Yes, I love the scarves. And yes, I still wear a lot of them. I could probably sell them on eBay, but it would break my heart to let them go to someone potentially yucky!
Earlier in the week, I had been wondering to myself why I still had so much outstanding debt. Um, duh, Mary. Why do you think you have so much debt?? (Yeah, I’m talking to myself. Don’t judge.) At least now, I have cut up my credit cards and can’t rack up more.(That’s a whole other post.)
I also recently went through all my purses, and weeded those out. And shoes. And I’ve been going through my clothes as I change them out for the season. It really is freeing to get rid of “things”. I think I’ve said it before, but I read somewhere recently that you should have in your life only things that enrich your life, and make you feel wonderful. Trying to eliminate things that don’t fit that bill is a worthwhile challenge, and one that I endorse heartily. It still isn’t easy, and I will continue to chip away at the rest of my clearly necessary stuff that I don’t even remember I own.
What will remain will be all things that I love. And make me smile. As it should be.
Oh, hello! Have some tamale pie. It’s fab.
Do you blog? Or read blogs? If you read other people’s blogs, do you comment on them? I try to comment on the blogs I read. I don’t know if my comments have any meaning to the author or not, but I want them to know that someone is out there, reading what they have to say.
Me? I LOVE seeing comments on my posts. I know there are many of my posts that have no meaning to anyone other than me, so I understand why there wouldn’t be a comment. But I get that Christmas-morning feeling when I get an email telling me that someone has commented. Is that weird? Needy? I don’t know.
My friend, K2Kid, didn’t read my blog for a long time. Then she found it. And said she liked it. And claims she still reads it, but doesn’t comment. I’m okay with that because I certainly don’t want anyone to feel they have to comment. Unlike some other bloggers, I do this for my own amusement. (For now. But if anyone is interested in paying me to do this… let me know.)
I read some blogs that are very personal, and were bourne from some huge life change/tragedy as a way to get that “stuff” out. I get that. And it’s very likely that I may have a time for that too.
Regardless, if you read this, I’m glad you do. If anything I write hits a nerve with you, or makes you smile or think or whatever, then I’m glad for that too. And if the mood ever strikes you to comment, or say hi, do that too. (But not mean comments. I don’t mind comments that disagree with me, but mean ones? No. Thank you, though.)
Oh, hello! Come in and have some brown rice and barbecue chicken!
Last week:
Blue team: Total pounds: 43 Total %: 2.56
Liz -8
Rebecca -7
Mo -6 (his cast is gone??)
Tracey -7 (she weighed in first and interviewed all snotty. hate her)
Allen -7
Rudy -8
Black team: Total pounds: 54 Total %: 3.05
Abby -5
Dina -6
Amanda -6
Danny -10
Daniel -11
Shay -16 (HOLY SHAT!!!)
Mo went home. This week, they are to go home for the week. And we get to see B&Js reaction to Crazy still being there.
When the Black team comes in they are all stunned that Crazy is still there. Crazy is crying and knows that they all wanted her to go home. Shay leaves the room. The next morning, at the gym. Black team is spinning. Blue team is on the treadmills. No reaction from B&J.
Nighttime challenge on the beach – lots of sand. They need to find 4 keys buried in the sand in order to unlock a box with the prize inside. Sami isn’t telling them what the prize is. Crazy and Abby are sitting out. Amanda is also sitting out to make the teams even. The digging involves shovels. 10 minutes in and no one has found the key yet. Rudy found his box. Allen found his box. Liz found her box. 20 minutes in. Danny got his out. Allen got his key out. Rudy has his key out. 30 minutes in. Daniel got his key out. Liz’s key is out. (Phucking Crazy on the sidelines. Annoying.) 40 minutes in. Rebecca got her key. Blue team wins. And they win tickets home. If they want them. No trainers. OR they can give them to the Black team. Black team is going home. Now they are psyched, but scared.
Daniel’s family is all excited. Lots of hugs. His mom is pretty. Abby’s family is squealing. So cute. Her mom is cute. Weird hair, but cute. Dina is squashing her son. Hubs is kinda cute. Shay is home to hubs and step kids. Very mellow home coming. Sweet. Amanda has a crowd. Clapping and cheering and an adorable puppy!! Danny has group hug with wife and 2 kids. Wife has a gleam in her eye. There is gonna be a lot of nookie this week. Now the Black team is all stressed being home and thinking about the weigh-in.
We get to see them shopping. And writing down what they eat. And at cookouts. And exercising. And eating out. (Oh, look. Jennie-O turkey.) Finally we get to see the Blue team. Bob is giving them a last chance workout, every day this week. Allen is doing some bad-ass push-ups.
At home, Danny and Mrs. Danny are working out. Abby is swimming, and riding a bike. She has to drive 30 minutes to the gym with the pool. Daniel is working out.
At the ranch. They are on the treadmills. 10% incline. Holy crap! At home, Dina is trying to work out, but she has the kid with her. He’s bored and distracting her. Amanda is working out. None of them seem to know what they are doing. WTF? They do this every day. I don’t understand what the issue is. Jillian calls Amanda. Shay is feeling self-conscious at the gym at home. And she’s sitting at the juice bar, unwrapping her feet. GROSS!
Product placement for MILK.
Daniel gets a call from Jillian. Dude needs a manicure. *gag*. Each person is going out to dinner. And annoying their dinner companions. And wait staff. They will all get spit meals. Danny is cooking at home – grilling. Kabobs. Good man. Shay and Dina are grossed out by how their families are eating. They know that they used to eat that way and know they need to make family wide changes.
Product placement for Subway.
Hee hee! Danny used to have a pony-tail!
They are all packing up to go back to the ranch. Touching moments for all with family members. Sad.
Blue team is at the food bank (from last season) to help out. Filling backpacks for kids.
Black team is back. Telling Blue team about the challenges they had while at home. Back to the gym for last chance workouts. Danny has had an epiphany. He’s clear on what he needs to do. Daniel is holding back. And now he’s crying. His “aha” moment. (His “aha” moment led me to one…. brb.)
This week’s weigh in:
Blue team: Total pounds: 35 Total %: 2.65
Liz -4 to 228
Rebecca -5 to 232
Tracey -4 to 202
Allen -8 to 270
Rudy -14 to 355 (GO RUDY!! 87 pounds down so far.)
Black team: Total pounds:34 Total %:1.98
Abby -4 to 204
Dina -5 to 208
Amanda -6 to 218
Danny -15 to 357 (GO DANNY!! 73 pounds down.)
Daniel +1 to 277 (WTF??)
Shay -5 to 411
Everyone is shocked about Daniel. Black team will be sending someone home. Danny has immunity and cannot be sent home. Shay is playing the “I’m the heaviest one here” card. Dina wants to stay. Daniel wants to stay.
Voting: (Much crying. Many heavy hearts. Oy.)
Daniel: Dina. Dina: Daniel. Abby: Dina. Danny: Daniel. Amanda: Dina. Shay: Dina.
Dina is going home. She’s a gracious loser. She lost 35 pounds on the ranch. And is referring to herself in the third person. Odd. At home update: She is now at 188. Her son pushes her at the gym. And OMG. She made the leap on to the platform thing. She looks good. She’s getting a makeover. Hair is lighter and shorter. She’s run a half marathon. Go Dina!
Next week: Head to head with a member of the opposite team. And Amanda has a melt-down.
Oh, hello! Come in, sit down, have a sandwich.
How is it possible to go through life with a complete disregard of the people around you? Is it arrogance? Is it ignorance? Is it upbringing?
Here’s an example: my cell at the Gas ‘n Stuff is right outside a conference room. Daily, usually several times daily, the people who are using the room congregate outside the closed door as they await their turn, and carry on full volume conversations with people who are standing right beside them. Mine is not the only cell in this area, so I am not the only one affected by this. There is a sign up to remind conference room attendants that people are working and to have a little respect, but to no avail.
And if they get a call on their cell during the meeting? They come out and take the call in the hallway. We all know that people tend to speak louder while on a mobile. There are signs for that too. They stand right in front of the sign that asks them to take their calls elsewhere, and pay no mind.
The other example I’m thinking of is in the grocery store. The way I was raised, if you are walking in front of someone who is looking at something on the shelf, you say “Excuse me.” That’s just common courtesy. You are walking in front of them, so you excuse yourself. Easy.
I just cannot, and have never been able to, fathom how people can be so rude. I’m certainly old enough now that it should not surprise, nor bother, me. And yet the supreme arrogance and self-importance of people who completely disregard others baffles me. It also makes me sad that this is “normal” in our society.
Oh, hello. Have some tea and graham crackers.
Have you ever given someone advice about their life or how they are living it – whether invited to or not? (If you said no, you are a big giant liar. *grin*) I did this weekend and it got me thinking.
A friend had made a statement that I interpreted to mean that while she currently was in a very happy place in her life, she was holding back celebrating it out of fear. The way I understood the situation, she was either afraid of being happy because she has other friends who are struggling and didn’t want them to think she was rubbing it in; OR she was afraid because she has other friends who celebrated their happiness and it ended up going away.
What the hell do I know? Who am I? I was able to work myself up into a snit to tell her that she needed to be thrilled with her happiness and to celebrate or keep it quiet as she sees fit based on her own feelings, not based on others’ experiences.
Again – what the hell do I know?? I’m so consumed in my own brain, and my own thoughts, that looking back, I recognize I do EXACTLY what I told my friend not to do. It is so easy to give advice to others. I suppose it has something to do with an objective view of a situation. Or fresh eyes. Or it could have to do with being really, really meddlesome.
I’m pretty sure I fall into the meddlesome category. I’m not asked for advice, but I readily provide it. I’d like to think that I might have some nugget of wisdom to impart on occasion, but realistically I either need to just STFU or spend a little time cleaning my own house, so to speak. I need to quiet some of those nagging voices in my brain, the pointless nattering, the over-thinking of EVERYTHING.
I know it won’t be easy. But it’s necessary. And, who knows? Perhaps soon, I, too, will have something joyous to share. (Or not.)
Oh, hello! Have some chocolate covered potato chips.
I LOVE HOCKEY!!
There. I’ve said it. I should clarify that I like hockey live. Hockey on television is boring. I think it’s because of the tedious announcers.
For the past 4+ years or so, Herb and I have had half season tickets to our local AHL team. There are 40 home games, and we have tickets for 20 of them. We get the same seats every time. Ours are located right behind the penalty boxes. They are great seats.
Our team, the Pirates, used to be the farm team of the Mighty Ducks. But for whatever reason, they broke ties, and that group of young men went to play in Iowa. (?? I know!). Last year, we became affiliated with the Sabres. It was sad at first, but the new team was so good! They play well together – like a real team. There is one player, Nathan Gerbe, who you would not initially think of as a professional hockey player. He’s only 5’6″, which is very small for a hockey player. But he is AWESOME! He’s zoomy fast and never backs down from anyone. It’s great to watch him play. Then there is the goalie – Enroth. He is phenomenal. And he’s only 21. It’s astounding.
We have a game tonight. They started the season out not well. But we’re hoping for a win tonight. We both have our fan jerseys, and I have my pom-pom. I can’t wait.
Oh, hello! Veggie wraps for lunch. I hope that’s okay.
Some of my furry friends.
Archie
Millie
Fergus
Oh, hello! Tonight, we’re having some pasta salad. Help yourselves.
Where we were last week:
Amanda -5 to 230 and Rebecca -4 to 244 (1.86%)
Daniel -0 to 287 and Shay -5 to 432 (.69%)
Allen -7 to 285 and Abby -3 to 213 (1.97%)
Rudy -11 to 377 and Dina -5 to 229 (2.57%)
Liz -3 to 240 and Danny -8 to 382 (1.74%)
Julio -4 to 364 (1.09%)
Mo -8 to 318 and Tracey -4 to 213 (2.21%)
Julio was sent home.
Previews for tonight showed that they are now going to be split Blue v Black. One contestant wins the power to decide the teams. Everyone is praying Crazy Eyes doesn’t win it. Fingers crossed.
Here come the fatties. There is a black and blue wheel that looks almost like a Wheel of Fortune wheel. Sami tells them that they will be blue v black. They are freaking that one of their own will be picking the teams. 36 spaces, 1 golden ticket. They pick the team and the trainer. The other 35 spaces have other things like cash or food. They don’t all have to play. Sami tells them that if they want in, they need to step forward. Everyone is in except Abby – she said that nothing on the wheel has anything to do with why she’s there. GO ABBY!!
They are going to spin based on % lost so far.
Rudy spins first and gets a huge piece of cake for 1000 calories. Rebecca is next and she gets a 280 calorie donut. Allen is up – a cupcake, 100 calories. Danny is up. He gets a cupcake – 780 calories. (The cupcake is HUGE!!) Crazy Eyes is up. OH. MAH. GAH. She got it. Everyone is pissed! Everyone is gasping. They all think it’s eerie. Mo is convinced it’s something supernatural. She’s a witch. BUAHAHAHAHAHA
Same is putting pressure on her. Everyone is speechless! She goes off to think about it. Or, you know, kick a duck or something equally evil. We see her walking. They are all sitting around kvetching about someone else getting to pick their teams. Oh, goat. Lots and lots of crying. Dina says that if Rudy is not on her team, she will have no one to count on but herself. THAT’S THE FRIGGIN POINT!!! Own your own shit. Honestly.
They all meet up again. B&J come in. J is pissed that Crazy Eyes won. She’s grinning like…. a crazy person. *heh* She picks Bob as her trainer. He’s like… Um. Wow. But you can tell he isn’t happy. J wanted her and just wanted to kick her ass.
Blue team: Black team:
Crazy Daniel
Mo Shay
Allen Abby
Liz Danny
Rudy Amanda
Rebecca Dina
Okay, while she’s picking teams, Crazy interviews that she “needs to stop trying to please other people and take care of myself”. Um, really? When did you start to consider anyone but yourself? You whining spineless hag.
Anyhoo. The fatties aren’t especially happy with Crazy’s choices. More tears. (At least we know there will be no water weight gain this week. BUAHAHAHAHAHAHA – I kill me!) Crazy is trying to make herself cry. Now they are all back in the house, bitching. She has no integrity. She has stabbed them in the back. Liz is all whipped up.
We’re in the gym. B&J are beating up their respective teams. Amanda has already puked. The former teammates are all gazing longingly at each other. Liz just passed out or something on the treadmill. Her eyes are open. Her face is maroon! She’s eating fruit. She seems okay.
Dina can’t seem to do the leap on the stool thing. J is telling her that she needs to change her life. Dina just walked out of the gym. She wants to believe in herself. Rudy is giving her a pep talk. He brings her back to the gym and is making her jump onto the platform thing. Everyone else goes to eat. Dina stays to “confront the platform”. (It’s a little odd that she won’t just try it. What’s the worst that can happen?)
Bob has taken his team to the grocery store to teach them about food. OOO! Jennie-O product placement. They made wraps with Romaine lettuce leaves. Looked pretty good, actually.
Challenge time. Sami has some strange conductor hat on. Each team runs up a hill, carrying a platform with one of the teammates sitting on it. The winner gets videos from home. The sitter can be switched off through the game. Black team has Dina sitting. Blue team has Rebecca sitting. Blue is slow and steady and takes an early lead. They are through the mud. Black switches, Amanda is sitting now. 2nd mud pit. Black is struggling. Shay is having a hard time hanging on. Blue team wins. Black team finishes. Blue gets videos from home. Rebecca gives her video privileges to Dina. WOW! Dina sucks it up and declines it. She’s starting to own her shit. Nice.
Video night. Allen: crying. Rudy: crying. Mo: crying. His family is cute. Rebecca: crying.(Her sister is pretty funny though). Crazy: her husband doesn’t look crazy too. Um, their kitchen chairs have bull skull prints. WTF? Liz has asked Danny to watch her video with her. It’s Danny’s video! SURPRISE!! That’s so sweet. (And here I was thinking that she was kinda mean to do that to him.)
Last chance workout. J has her team outside, working as a team. Bob has his team in a 24-hour fitness club. Crazy is on a treadmill. Mo has a walking cast on. (WTF?) Liz is killing herself. Dina is still not able to do the platform jump. Maybe next week. (Makes me want to try it though.)
Tonight’s weigh in: they weigh in and get a total team percentage, whichever team loses sends one team member home.
Blue team: Total pounds: 43 Total %: 2.56
Liz -8
Rebecca -7
Mo -6 (his cast is gone??)
Tracey -7 (she weighed in first and interviewed all snotty. hate her)
Allen -7
Rudy -8
Black team: Total pounds: 54 Total %: 3.05
Abby -5
Dina -6
Amanda -6
Danny -10
Daniel -11
Shay -16 (HOLY SHAT!!!)
Blue team is sending someone home. I’ve mixed feelings. I would like to see Bob finally win a BL. But at the same time, SEND CRAZY HOME!!! Liz had the highest percentage lost – she’s got immunity. Crazy is trying to convince them to keep her. Mo is trying to decide who to vote for. Mo is falling on his sword for Crazy. He said he’s not pulling his weight, and he should go home. Now they are reconsidering. Oh goat. Please tell me they aren’t keeping her. UGH!
Voting:
Liz: Mo; Rudy: Mo; Crazy: Mo; Rebecca: Mo. Mo is going home. He’s crying!! *sob* (I cannot believe they kept her.)
At home update: he’s lots 76 pounds. He looks SO GOOD!! He’s paying it forward with kids. His goal is to be down another 75 by finale.
Next week: they go home for a week..
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