The Biggest Loser

I walked out on my blog for one reason: I am addicted to the Aussie version of the BIGGEST LOSER!

I freaking love that show. It has consumed my life for the past few weeks prompting me to make my own chart and post it on the fridge and haul arse to the gym between 4-6 times a week.

Last night was the season finale and I sat my arse on my fabulous blue couch. I am in love with Bob. What can I say he's really the perfect man: American, sexy tatoos, a great body, a beautiful accent and is gay. I'm a sucker for what I can't have. I totes want him to be my trainer.

I had a haircut last week and forced my hairdresser discuss the BL with me. Turns out my salon is contracted to do the hair for the contestants for finale. I immediatley whored myself proclaiming how fab I was and why I should be allowed to go along with them acting as an assistant for the evening. No cigar hence my watching the end game from my living room.

Alas, the BL has been replaced with Big Brother and I couldn't give a shit about Big Bruv. It just reminds me how much I hate my fellow Aussies. OK, I'll admit I was addicted to the UK version when I lived in London. But I refuse to be suckered into the world of Big Bruv!

Thank God there is one more Biggest Loser special this Sunday. Can't wait.