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This evening I sat in front of the TV and ate a piece of pie that I had made the night before while watching a few minutes of "The Biggest Loser" and waiting to be picked up by my dad. It was sort of an odd sensation. I wasn't really "stuffing my face," or anything like that. I had actually eaten very sensibly that day (we had the loveliest breakfast of warm, just-made corn bread muffins, yogurt and a pot of tea). But, anyway, there was just something odd about watching that show. I only watched it for 5 minutes, but I was already hooked--dangerously. There is something so demeaning about watching 20 people looking absolutely ridiculous on national TV, but at the same time, it's like an accident on the side of the road--you just have to see it. Or, like once when I saw an add for a Dateline special I wanted to see, so I scheduled myself for a workout, because the gym is the only place I know of with semi-cable. The program, I might add, was on eating disorders such as anorexia. Maybe it's a psychological thing: it feels good to know that you are not the worst case scenario. Well, then why are people always trying to get people to feel sorry for them. I don't have the answers to this one. The topic has yet to grace the pages of my bimonthly Phsychology Today. But, I sure hope it does very soon.