Am I 'the biggest loser' for liking "The Biggest Loser"?

So in this unchartered television territory known as the writer's strike (which I think thankfully is finally over), I have had to find new shows to DVR and watch after my kids go to bed while the ones I really love fade away into the hiatus wasteland. (NO "24" UNTIL JAN OF NEXT YEAR!!!).
Since there are no scripts, we get to watch a bunch of junk reality shows which we know are scripted as well, just not by real writers (or ones who are stuck in the bottom feeder). I've been enduring the patheticness of "Dance War: Carrie Ann vs Bruno" for the past few months out of obligation because one of Jamie's best friends is on it (the most talented one of all of them and their team actually won though who knows if they can actually go anywhere). I will always love the cheesiness that is "Dancing with the Stars" (Jamie's friend is on there too, I think she has known someone on every dancing/singing reality show on television, it's crazy. I guess it goes to show you how much talent is in this area.)
But the new one I've latched on to this season is "The Biggest Loser". I've seen commercials for it years past and always thought it looked stupid, but with my renewed quest to reclaim my pre-baby bod, I tuned in to find some inspiration. Now I'm glued every week and even find myself falling for all their product placement stunts too. It's good TV! While I am mortified to drag my blotchy-faced, sweat-drenched self to the gym exit after the horror known as spinning or powerpump have kicked my butt, these people have to spend their entire television careers in that state! And worse yet, every week they squeeze themselves into a sports bra and spandex just to stand there in front of the camera with their team and wait to get weighed in on national television. Mind you, these are no skinny-minis, they probably haven't seen that skimpy of clothes in decades. That's guts people.
On another note, I don't know how you all were when you first started blogging but I find myself blogging everything in my mind. Kinda like when you were first learning to type and you would be having a converstation with someone and be typing out their sentences in your mind (or maybe that was just me). I will be going about my daily routine and blogging the events in my mind. This has got to stop. No one wants to hear about teeth brushing (though it was kinda funny when I was reduced to use my son's toothpaste when David took mine on his campout. What do they put in that stuff? My mouth felt like it was lined with grit and I think I am teaching Ashton good oral hygiene?) or changing diapers. Not interesting. I am going to have to work on it.