Bums were well and truly on seats last night for the first in the series of The Biggest Loser UK. Lazy boy was skeptical at first muttering something about ‘exploitation’, but the tried and tested reality TV format sucked him in and by somewhere around the second advert break he was well and truly hooked.

With six hours in the gym being shouted at by the personal trainers every day and a strict diet to follow it’s no wonder that many of the contestents lost a stone in the first week. As we all know, if you’re trying to lose weight, slow and steady is usually the best strategy to adopt. But this is TV, we want to see people shrinking betwen blinks.

Coincidentally I was sent a voucher for a free Bootcamp session this week. I’ve seen these happening on Clapham Common as I’ve run home in the past and, to be honest, they look like my idea of hell. Being shouted at and told to do things does not generate anything other than crossed arms and a stoppy face from me. So the two trainers in The Biggest Loser would not make me run further, faster or be able to jump over things by raising their voices, it would be counter productive.

If you misses it the result

[spoiler alert] the Grey ‘Team’ of one (his mate dislocated his knee within about five minutes of meeting Davina) won the challenge and the Red Team (mother and daughter) went home but vowed to return having lost more weight than the biggest loser. Oooh it was good.

Catch-up: Week 2, Week 3, Week 4, Week 5

Janathon Day 11
5 mile gentle run tonight. Legs fels weirdly not my own.