In case you were wondering with bated breath, breathe normal again.
I did not go to the Biggest Loser tryouts. To be honest, I kind of forgot about them Saturday morning. You might see that as another shout out to my mindlessness, but I see it as a sign. Clearly I was not gung-ho enough about it to go. I was nervous that I wouldn't be selected (and then fall into the downward spiral of being bummed that I wasn't even picked in gym class), but I was three times as nervous that I WOULD be selected. I mean, my God. What if I had to get up there in the Spandex and sports bra, flaunting all the stuff I don't even want my HUSBAND to see in front of millions of viewers. Ish. The $250k that I would have won in the end (note my confidence in my power) may have been worth it, but not before and maybe not even after. I just don't know if I could have done it. I cringe thinking about it.
Plus, I don't know if I would have wanted to have the pressure of it all weighing down on me. Losing weight is enough of a strugglefest on its own - I'm kind of thinking that trying to lose weight while trying to win $250k while being on TV while being in my underwear while having the trainers breathing down my neck would probably be a bit much for me.
For now, I go it alone. Well, kind of alone. Alone + hubby + you guys. :) Not really all that alone at all, I guess! Just not in my underwear. Most of the time.