I AM The Biggest Loser!!

My husband and I were watching the season 9 premier of "The Biggest Loser".  We love the show.  We fell in love with this show when we were staying at my grandmother's house when we were between places to live!  Well, toward the beginning of the show, I started to get the munchies.  When a show like that is advertising food, and I mean plugging the "Good for you" stuff, it happens.  Like hearing a faucet run makes you have to pee.  So, what do I go and do?  I go to the fridge, grab my snack, and munch away.  What was it I had so smartly choose to snack on while watching a show about Morbidly Obese peoples loosing mass amounts of weight?  MINT CHOCOLATE BON BONS!!  WTF?! RIGHT?! 

I would like to thank the Academy for this epic fail.  With out you, I wouldn't have obtained this award for "Dumbest Fat Person Fail".

Seriously.  I had to justify this in my head with "If it's not in the house anymore, I won't get eaten."  I blame my husband, Matt for this fail.  He bought the naughty snakins on clearence at Walmart after work one night.  One of his impulse purchases because his skinny-ass can't hold weight to save it's life.

Speaking of which, I would like to give an Honorable-Mention Fail to my Husband.  He, too is addicted to Biggest Loser.  He is a supporter of my loosing weight.  Not because he wants a hot bodied wife, he could have married someone else if that was the case.  He's a self-proclaimed chubby chaser.  He supports it because he sees me in pain and he knows how unhealthy and troubled I am by it.  He fails because he still brings home naughty snacks for the both of us to share.  Heck, he'll even abide my cravings every now and then.  God bless him.  I get to talking about my craving then he's down on it.  Or he'll get a nasty craving then buy enough for the whole class, but get eaten by just the two of us.  Yeah.  NO HELP AT ALL, BABE!!

So, I just wanted to fess all of that up to you all.  Epic Fail on my part for eating chocolate covered Mint Bon Bons.

I'm so fired.  n_n