I had applied to be a contestant on a national weight-loss makeover show that airs weekly on cable, and although I made it through a couple of hurdles, I found out last week that I didn't make the final cut. It's one of those things that's completely out of my control. They're casting a show, so perhaps I was the wrong age or attitude or nationality.
So I decided that I'll continue to lose this weight on my own and be my own reality star.
Let's see -- I'll need some challenges. How about:
- Maneuver your way through the pantry full of healthy but addictive snacks that your teenage son requires for after school!
- Try and schedule your workout while you wait for home repairmen to show up "sometime" during the day! (Failed that one today.)
- Try not to get heatstroke or chased by 4-foot lizards while on your morning walk!
Scale drama? Nope, sorry. We've done away with that.
Working out until I pass out? No, not doing that anymore either.
I guess my reality show won't make for great TV, 'cuz how sexy is moderation?
"Extreme Moderation!" Call me, Hollywood.