I don’t watch a lot of reality TV, although I’ve seen more episodes of “The Girls Next Door” than I care to admit. There’s something about watching ditzy Kendra that just makes me giggle / groan. Plus, I have a tiny fascination with Hef and the magazine since visiting its offices in grad school years ago. And, no, I ain’t linking to the site from here.

But, Maggie-my-old-officemate reminded me this week that “The Biggest Loser” was starting up again. I managed to catch up on the past couple of seasons via reruns on the Style Network, and got hooked. I then promptly forgot about it until Maggie’s reminder, so I tuned in.

First, this show, more than any other show I watch, makes me cry. All of the losers. They are all criers. So I start crying. It’s not just me. Grotel confirms his wife, another TBL watcher, was also in tears.

My favorite part from the second hour of the 2-hour premiere was when someone puked during or after the “last-chance workout”. I was like, sweet. I liked that Bob, the trainer, smiled at it (or at least, the editing was done such that he smiled after it. Don’t you know how non-real reality TV really is?).

I didn’t cry at that part. I pumped my fist and said Yeah! Now that’s hard core.

Here is a part where I cried a little. Just now, while watching the video on my PC:

Ain’t it sweet. Loser Love.