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Matte and I have been trying to get out and walk a few times around the block after work. We’re not walk-like-there’s-a-stick-up-your-butt-while-swinging-your-arms-wildly types. We just stroll briskly, drooling over the houses we wish we owned, catching up on the fascinating events of our day.

Last night as we were finishing our second time around the block, Matte mentioned how much he enjoys our new ritual: “I like our walks. It gives us a chance to talk…er…a chance for me to listen to you talk.”

What is it about The Biggest Loser? Tonight’s episode is a reunion of sorts, where former Losers check-in at the scales to see if they’ve kept the weight off. One Loser is going to propose to his girlfriend (also a Loser). A marriage proposal does not make me cry. Not on this show. On this show, it’s the formerly obese individuals talking about what they overcame. I cry tears of joy for these people because I am proud of them. As someone who has struggled with their weight for 20-something years, I cry because these people inspire me. If they can lose 70, 100, 160 pounds, surely I can lose 10 or 20, or even 30. Can’t I?

Dammit, I want to be a loser.

**UPDATE** OK, the boy Loser proposed. His girlfriend got on the scale to show us if she’s kept the weight off, and instead of a number coming up, it was a message from him, professing his love for her.
And yeah, I’m crying. Jeez.