A few years back I was singing in my office. This guy I work with, Jonathan, walks by and tells me that there is no way I am ever going to make it on American Idol. And, so I said to him "why, I am really bad?" and his reply was "yes, you are. Plus, you're too old." And, that's why I love working in a male-dominated industry. They keep me humble.
I bring up this little memory because lately I have been thinking about how quickly I would get kicked off the Biggest Loser (assuming they would let me on it). Diz and I used to pour ourselves ginormous bowls of cereal and sit in our workout clothes watching the show, and talk about how we wanted to go on the show for just 1 week. Basically, in support of my theory I would like to point out that in the past 2 1/2 weeks I have run 66 miles and swam 17. Want to know how much weight I lost? 3 pounds. That's it. 3 stinkin' pounds. All I do is exercise!?! Basically, I would be the worst person ever on the Biggest Loser.
Also, I have not had a diet coke (or any other caffeinated beverages) for 33 days. So, I feel as if someone should give me a gold coin. And, if that coin happens to be made of chocolate, I won't be mad.
See, I am pretty sure it's statements like that last one that are keeping me out of the Biggest Loser. Sigh...