I don’t know how many of you watch the Biggest Loser, but I watch and (mostly) enjoy. I get disgusted with some of the gamesmanship at times, but in general this season has been fairly low on that (other than evil Tracy - don’t get me started on her!) and much more positive. I love watching these people make a transformation in their lives - not just physically, but mentally and emotionally. Jillian is my favorite trainer because of the two, I think she is the one who really tries to get to the heart of why these people are the way they are and work on that as much as she makes them work on their bodies. And I think that’s even more important than the weight loss, because without fixing the why, they will never be able to maintain when they go back home.

Anyway, this season there was a contestant named Abby. Abby is a lovely lady who has a tragic story - she lost her husband and both of her children in a car accident. As I watched her talk with Jillian one day and they related her story, tears just ran down my face and I sobbed. Because I wondered how I would survive something like that? And I don’t know if I could survive it and come out on the other side like Abby has. To be completely honest, I don’t know if I’d want to. I don’t know if I’d want to live with that pain of loss every single day. I just don’t. Just being real here.

I’ve thought about what would happen if I lost my husband or my daughter. I know that if I lost my husband, I’d have to make myself go on for my daughter. If I lost my daughter, I don’t know. I know my husband would need me, but I’m just being brutally honest here. It would be really hard for me to heal from that. Really really hard. I just don’t know what there is that would force me to get through that kind of loss.

One thing I do know for sure is this: I hope and pray that neither I nor anyone who reads this blog ever has to find out how to get through a loss like that. And as for Abby on Biggest Loser? She is one strong lady and her story touched my heart. It made me think about how I would cope with what she had to go through. If it happened now, I don’t think I could cope. I just honestly don’t. So, maybe one thing I need to work on is figuring out what I have to live for besides my husband and my child. I like to think I’m a fighter, and you can bet if something happened to me, I’d fight tooth and nail to stick around for them, but if something happened to them, I’m not sure how much fight I’d have left. Definitely something to think about.