I believe that the human spirit is amazing, but the brain is easily influenced. Thanks to my television addiction, I found proof of that fact the other night.
As I watched the young men battle to lose weight on Extreme Weight Loss, I was astounded by their self-discipline. They weren’t just lifting metal weights over their heads repeatedly and running stairs, the twenty-something twins were doing it for hours each day while coach Chris Powell was in their face graciously reminding them of their horrible relationship with their father.
Not only did they have to work out non-stop, they had to eat healthy food . . . or should I say they would “get to” eat healthy food. This is a little verbiage trick I learned from a woman my age who has four percent body fat and offers a lot of unrequested fitness tips.
I infuriated her once when I told her that I “get to” eat poorly and watch more than three hours of television a night.
Just as I would begin thinking that I should lose weight and get in shape there would be a commercial break and I’d turn the channel to Hell’s Kitchen. . .
In this “foody” world, most contestants are horribly out-of-shape and keep cigarettes pressed against their lips at every opportunity. They are stressed out, angry, and in desperate need of a job that pays more than fifteen thousand a year.
The Hell’s Kitchen chefs made me feel like my body fat was under control. And the fact that I’ve never smoked and only say the “eff” word every third sentence instead of every other word made me seem downright wholesome.
Feeling groovy and healthy, I went to the refrigerator to grab some ranch dressing into which I could dip my pretzels.
Then Hell’s Kitchen went to commercial, and I was back in the land of Chris and Heidi where everything is intensely disciplined and frighteningly happy. So I put down my ranch dressing slowly, picked up my water, and sipped.
I’ve finally learned that television people are not really all that real. . .
Most of us don’t stand in kitchens and scream “piss off” like Gordon Ramsay. Nor do we stay as angry as he does without having at least one heart attack.
On the flip-side of Gordon, most of us don’t wake up with big blues eyes wide-open at the prospect of exercising all day long. Unlike Chris and Heidi, we don’t celebrate tofu and hug excessively.
We are simply waking up each day, hoping to make a difference. We are neither constantly angry, nor are we unbelievably motivated.
We don’t eat everything we see, although we might indulge in a pretzel dipped in Ranch dressing occasionally.
I have learned that truly having power means not trying to be somebody else, whether on television or in real life.
We must become the best versions of ourselves, no matter what anyone else says.
Chris and Heidi would pat me on the back for that statement and then ask me to run the stairs in a stadium.
Gordon would just tell me to piss off.