A little about ME, since you're on my blog and all... I am a physical therapist, an aspiring cook and photographer, a lover of people, and now, a hausfrau. My newest (and only) husband got a job in Munich just months after we were married, and...here we are, in Munich, from Chicago, with love.
Frankfurt
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Crybaby
So I cried while watching the Biggest Loser yesterday, again. I am watching season 9, which i think is a year old or so. Some sweet guy named O'Neal lost his brother while at the ranch and kept breaking down during his workouts. It felt wrong of me to be watching it (almost)--his raw grief displayed for the world. And the trainers were super sweet, getting him to let it all out by having him do stuff like boxing, throwing, pounding, beating things as hard as he could, etc. Anyway, I heard my friend's voice in my head & started laughing. After telling her about my weakness for watching the biggest loser (and crying when they lose all the weight), she empathetically wrote back: "Crybaby."
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