Biggest Loser

So, since I am new to the blogging world, I realize that I have to get a hang of a few things before I can have that super cute and welcoming blog that everyone else seems to have. And while I am learning to navigate through this jungle of buttons and archives, I thought I'd give you my two cents about the season start of Biggest Loser. And you will find that I do this from time to time. I am the first to admit it. I am a show-addict and my Tivo is currently set to record 25 shows. Yes, it is true. Now you are probably wondering how I have time to watch anything with a wild 8-month old at home and a new business starting up....

The answer is a lot of sleepless nights. A lot. And I mean that in a good way. Since I am a night owl, I can't wait for the clock to turn 8pm (when most of the shows start for the evening) and the house to go quiet. It is just me and the TV (and a pouty husband who is mumbling something about missing playoffs).

Anyway, back to Biggest Loser. Even before I became a mom, I have always been very close to tears. I cry when I see a cute commercial about lion cubs, and I am always the first one to cry in the movie theatre. Just ask any of my friends. Naturally, I was balling my eyes out on the season premiere of Biggest Loser where one of the contestants lost her whole family to a drunk driver. I felt so bad for her, and I couldn't even imagine being in her shoes and surviving that kind of pain.

But then I looked over to the baby monitor and saw my beautiful Emma in her crib. She looked so peaceful and carefree that it shook me right out of fear mode. After all, we are all going through our own definition of "pain" and "challenges," and at the end of the day what really counts is what is left. I believe the woman in Biggest Loser is very strong and empowered and has a higher purpose in mind. She could have easily gone the other way, but she chose to stay and fight. And in that moment I realized something. I don't even know her and I was so proud of her. I was proud of her accomplishments. I would like Emma to grow up feeling that accomplished and proud of herself too. So, I just made a promise to myself to cherish everything Emma does and never downplay her or let her believe she is less than she is. I want her to know that she is amazing, beautiful, and that she can be and do anything she wants. Who knew that an episode of Biggest Loser could be so therapeutic?

Good night and sleep tight.