I get more hits writing about Celebrity Fit Club than anything else, so I suppose I should lay off writing about horror fiction and get me some eyeballs on this page. So, for those of you googling at home: Erika Eleniak fat! Tina Yothers fat! And, even though she's not on this season, I get at least one hit a day looking for Tempestt (or possibly Tempest) Bledsoe fat! ( I would think this was Tempestt herself autogoogling, but I kinda doubt she'd misspell her own name in a google search.) Welcome to my blog, now please go buy Long Way Back, Donorboy, Losing My Faculties and It Takes a Worried Man. You'll be glad you did!
Anyway, I'm just finding this season a little too nicey-nicey for my taste. Nick is a jerk when they play the games, and Angie had lots of excuses, but for the most part, this has been a season of people getting with the program, hitting their weight loss targets, and mostly getting along. Boring! Even bringing back Busey for a motivational drumming circle couldn't save this. So yeah, you've got probably the most likeable cast ever, and they are losing so much weight that I'll definitely be sticking around for the final fat-to-thin morph, but I just feel like the magic is gone. Harvey's only yelled at somebody at the weigh-in once! Gone are the days of an enraged Willie Aames striking his door, man-boobs a-jiggling. Gone even are the days of Gunnar Nelson revealing childhood horrors and still failing to be sympathetic or likeable. Oh, aren't there any fat celebrities left with bad attitudes, big egos, and grating personalities? What the hell do we watch reality tv for anyway?
