Nuttier than Squirrel Poo: Biggest Loser- Week 3

Well, after last week’s fuzzy-wuzzy “no child left behind” episode, the game was once again afoot this week. We opened with the players being asked to make a choice. For a two pound advantage at the weigh in you could give up your trainers for the week. I believe they did that once before as well a few seasons back, but you’d have to figure at this early stage of the game, who would be crazy enough to take it.

Tracey, that’s who.

Yep, fresh out of the hospital and still not allowed to work out at full capacity, Tracey must have been feeling desperate when she decided to take the offer because it affected not only her, but her partner, the friendly Coach Mo, as well. Without even consulting him, of course.

That was mistake number one. If you’re reading this and thinking “well, Rich, that sounds like she made more than one mistake” and you’d be 100% correct about that. She made two more, well actually one big one with two components, but the end result was certainly not the one she was looking for.

Anyway, after Bob and Jillian read her the riot act, and justifiably so (Bob going so far as to say he hated the game players because they always put the weight back on) we got to the business of working out.

We soon discover Abby has a stress fracture on her shin and she can’t do any land exercising, pool only. That’s never a good thing to hear, especially on the BL campus.

Then we get to the temptation. Each contestant was partitioned from the others by curtains, and a teeny 100 calorie cupcake was under the silver tray cover. The challenge was thus: whomever ate the most cupcakes in 10 minutes would have the ability to chose which team member would weigh in for the teams that week. That’s pretty huge. Now, had I been on the show, I would have said “Look, kids, let’s not fall into this trap. Why don’t we try and do this on our own merits and let the cards fall where they may?” and I think it might have worked.

I am not desperate, though. I am not trying to win 100K to help my husband’s business.* I am not Tracy.

Now she was not the only one. Antoine of the red team also had some, eating two of them, but wisely thinking “I might be able to win this for 200 calories.” Unfortunately, he was up against a desperate and increasingly unhinged sounding Tracey.

So, she wins. Jennifer was correct in stating her worry because “She doesn’t know what she’s doing when she’s doing it”

The challenge also gave us Antoine’s partner Sean giving us the best surprise face going, and Danny being yelled at not to eat any cupcakes by Liz, which was a crack up as well. Also, Jennifer screaming “Damn you, sprinkles!” was a nice touch as more tempting cupcakes with M&Ms and cookie bits and, yes sprinkles, were trotted out before the players.

Now, when Bob and Jillian find out what Tracey had done they went a little nuts, Jillian especially actually saying she had to calm down before she throttled Tracey with her bare hands. That would have made for some compelling TV,

Anyway, Daniel from the Orange team and the Amanda and Rebecca from the pink team both went to appeal to Tracey like she was a Mafia Don on this, the day of her daughter’s wedding, to ask for a favor. Daniel asking for her to let him weigh in, and the pink tem for Rebecca to go in place of Amanda. Tracey asked for the Pinkies to keep her here if she fell below the yellow line but they did not acquiesce. That sealed their fates in my optinion.

Now, at the weigh in, more often than not, Tracey’s plan began to crumble as her picks came up and lost respectable numbers. These were more in line, for the most part, with Week 2 numbers, but considering last week’s Bonanza of weight loss, you had to expect it.

Of course she chose Shay and Amanda, proving she’s a snake way too early in the game for her own good. Now, she decided to weigh in for her team and she, of course pulls in a slamming 11 pound loss. However, there was silence. Unreal!

What a dope.

No, seriously. If it were me, I’d have done the smart thing and let each team pick their own person to weigh in. Come on, you would engender yourself to the others, you would show yourself to be a team player, you’d improve your standing with the trainers, you’d protect your partner and you’d never get voted off that week if you happened to fall below the yellow line.

Instead, you have alienated yourself from the rest of the group and tipped your hand. I feel bad for Coach Mo.

So the red and orange team were below the line. The red team sacrificed themselves so Shay could stay. They lost a hell of a lot of weight at home to boot, so they made out OK. I’m glad for that.

Tomorrow I’m going to wax poetic about people’s complaints about the trainers this year.

* My husband does very well for himself, thank you. Wait a minute, what?