Showing posts with label biggest loser. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Jack Sh*t Interview with Biggest Loser Shay

 

I was mindlessly twittering away the other night, when I saw this tweet flash up on the screen:

shayBL: I wonder if I can get to 10,000 followers by Tues

I remembered Shay as the biggest Biggest Loser gal on Season 8 of that show where everybody tries to lose a bunch of weight. I remember liking her, so I decide to lend her a hand in her efforts to build her Twitter audience.

JackSht: I once got 100 followers by eating 15 lightning bugs. Maybe if you ate 200... RT @shayBL: I wonder if I can get to 10,000 followers by Tues

But then I thought about it some more, and frankly… I got a little ticked off, so I let her know about it…

JackSht: @shayBL It’s kinda classless to beg for Twitter followers. Plus, it’s kind of my shtick...

Then something really strange happened. I regularly shoot off quirky twitter messages to famous folks, and generally @hungrygirl is the only one who’ll ever take the bait (and then, only rarely). But Shay jumped right into the fray and started mixing it up…

shayBL:
@JackSht I'll keep the advice and try not to step on your toes

JackSht:
@shayBL Looks like it wouldn't hurt as much now as it once would. ;)

shayBL: @JackSht definitely not. You’re perceptive… thanks for noticing. LOL

JackSht: @shayBL I'm known for my perceptivity. BTW, has anybody told you look kinda like that fat chick from Biggest Loser?

shayBL: @JackSht so weird you say that? no they say I look like the smoking hot chick from the BL finale! Have they told you that you resemble an..

Well, it went on from there, enough that I now consider Shay to be one of my BFFs, and so I asked her to take part in a little interview for Jack Sh*t, Gettin’ Fit.

Jack: What’s your favorite kind of pie? 

Shay: Prior to BL? Peach cobbler. Okay, so it’s really not a pie, but my family is southern. Second best would be sweet potato back when I thought I had to have things like that to make me feel good. Now I love Larabars "apple pie" if  I MUST. 

Jack: What’s your second favorite kind of pie?

Shay: I guess this is why you should read ahead in interviews so you don't waste a perfectly good answer in the first one.

Jack: If you owned a bakery, what do you think would be your three best-selling kinds of pie?

Shay: Mud pies (real mud). Always loved making those as a kid. Wait, is this really what you want to ask me?

Jack: Since you’re a step-mom, what’s your take on childhood obesity?

Shay: It’s a HUGE problem (okay no pun intended).  Being a step mom of two stick-thin kids, I still realize the importance of healthy choices and of teaching healthy habits. We do all of the healthy stuff as a family. When we are out with friends or fam, you hear the kids “educating” others on healthy choices. It’s pretty darn cute.

Jack: Who would win a knife fight between Bob and Jillian?

Shay: Definitely Bob... it’s always the ones that smile you got to watch out for. Jillian is a yeller; you always know the biggest bark is not the biggest bite!

Jack: You have a dime and a dollar, you buy a dog and a collar, the dog is a dollar more than the collar, how much is the collar?

Shay: Whatever is left over. Sorry, I always sucked at math. It’s a learning disability and apparently it also applied to the number of pies one should eat.

Jack: What did you have for breakfast this morning?
Shay: I had 1 cup steel cut oats and ¼ cup blueberries with tablespoons almond milk.

Jack: What is your position on skinny-dipping?

Shay: Clothed and on the beach. Although these days loose skin could double as clothing.

Jack: There was an airplane crash, and every single person on board died, but two people survived. How is this possible?

Shay: Umm, that’s kind of a morbid riddle. Pass.

Jack: If there were one question you wanted me to ask during this interview, what would it be? And as follow-up, what’s the answer to that question?
Shay: What’s with the morbid riddle? You're morbid? Obviously not morbidly obese though or you wouldn’t have to ask about pie…

Jack: What was your favorite cartoon as a kid?

Shay: Smurfs. Nothing like little blue people with only one chick in the village being chased and tormented by a creepy wizard.
 
Jack: What’s the one food that you can’t trust yourself around?

Shay: It was ice cream, but now I can’t even look in the direction. Some days it’s almond butter, but more often than not its POPCHIPS and seriously... that’s no ad… they don’t pay me… but dang, those little bags of fun make you want to shrink your head so you can stick it in the bag and get every crumb.

Jack: Can you boil down your best fitness advice in five words (and five words only!)?

Shay: Eat less move more NOW

Jack: While you were at the Biggest Loser Ranch, did you ever watch Biggest Loser? If so, was it really weird?

Shay: No, we didn't have any TV or anything else fattening. It was weird to watch it at home because I was already half a person less.

Jack: What Biggest Loser contestant do you think would be most likely to get jiggy with me?
 
Shay: Hmm… that Christopher Blackburn looks like a jiggy guy!

Jack: What’s the most satisfying part of losing the weight you’ve lost?

Shay: Besides not finding it… really it would be that I am not scared of living anymore. I live my life to the fullest every day, and I am healthy and happy and no pie is worth losing that.

Jack: You may not want to answer this, but what’s your deepest, darkest secret?

Shay: I already told it all on national TV!!!!

Jack: HOW DO I TURN OFF “CAPS LOCK”? I JUST TURNED IT ON AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO TURN IT BACK OFF.

Shay:

Thanks to Biggest Loser Shay for being a good sport and a fantastic Twitter pal (even if she won't follow you back). You rock, Shay!





 Answers to trick questions: The collar was a nickel and the two survivors were married.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Worst “Biggest Loser Finale” Recap Ever


Since I have the attention span of a gnat, I’m probably not the best source for a detailed recap of last night’s “Biggest Loser” finale. However, just in case you missed it and weren’t able to locate one of the other 10,000,000 recap articles on the internet, here goes…

First off, I can’t stand how they stretch this show out with the cliffhanger cuts to commercial, so I Tivo’d it and zipped through the commercials. Well, sometimes a little past the commercials. Okay, sometimes I watched entire segments at 12X normal speed.
But I think I got the gist of the entire thing.

First, Fancy Lady comes out and yaks. Motherhood has really brought out Fancy Lady’s self confidence, inner glow and cleavage. Past winners show up and still haven’t gained their weight back, so I lose a bet.

Next, we (America) have to decide which of two indentical twins to send to next season’s Biggest Loser (“Biggest Loser: Seperated Twins”). Uh oh, they have to go get their sweat on with Bob and Mean Girl. Good luck, twins!

Fast forward. Fast forward. Fast forward. Whoa, is that Old Guy? Back up. Must be cuz Old Lady came out first. D*mn, those two must have been non-stop mall walking since they left the show. I think Old Guy’s a shoe-in to win the “Most Weight Lost at Home” award, especially since I’ve already watched the entire show and am writing this from memory.

Black Guy looks good, but not as good as he thinks he does. Black Girl looks better than she thinks she does. Get off the stage, Black Guy! So far, average weight loss, per person, is 150 lbs. (or so).

Twins getting a taste of what it’s like in BL Hell. Mean Girl promises puke-age soon. Stay tuned!

Big Regular Guy and Bigger Regular Guy comes out. Bigger Sassy Girl comes out, as well as Big Sassy Girl. Blah blah blah. Fast forward. Sad Housewife and Sadder Housewife come out, along with Thing 1 and Thing 2. Thing 1 and Thing 2 do crazy dance.

Really Big Fat Girl’s Mom comes out and then… whoa… Really Big Fat Girl isn’t so much really big and fat anymore. And I think she’s done something to her hair. Way to go, Really Big Fat Girl! And Really, I Mean Really Big Fat Guy now weighs less than Really, I Mean Really Big Fat Guy’s Friend. WTG, RIMRBFG!

Crocodile Dundee is in the audience, and Fancy Lady is talking to him and his daughter for some reason.

Last contestants: Crying Girl, Different Hair Color Girl and the Ronfather. Ronfather only one with chance against Old Guy. Nope, sorry. Thanks for playing.

America picks Twin #2. Twin #1 gets a copy of “Biggest Loser: The Board Game.”

Out comes Mike. D*mn! You did good, kid. However, I get really sad every time I see his brother Cryin' Max. C’mon, Biggest Loser people: go ahead and sign that poor b*stard up for next season. I don’t know about you, but I don’t buy Mike’s “Don’t worry, Cryin' Max… I know you didn’t get to do the once-in-a-lifetime life changing makeover with me and Dad, but I’m going to help you myself… right after I get back from New York and my cover shoot for GQ.” Yeah, right. I got news for ya, Cryin' Max: Mike’s going to discover girls in about fifteen minutes and that will be the last you’ve ever seen of him.

Helen comes out and, unless I miss my guess (and remember, I’ve already seen the entire show), there’s your Biggest Loser right there. I think she went straight from the Biggest Loser campus to military boot camp. She says she’s been lifting tractors, fallen tree trunks, volkswagons… blah blah blah.

Tara is last to come out and we see the 75 challenges she won. No one’s ever beaten her. She’s unbeatable. Call her Unbeatable Tara. The Ultimate Biggest Loser.

Tara loses.

Helen wins.

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