Book Review: “The Biggest Loser” by The Biggest Losers with Maggie Greenwood-Robinson

Did I ever tell you about the week I went on a diet?

No, of course I didn’t.

I had to quit because I lost weight.

Yes, that’s right. I’m sorry. I wanted to see how the rest of the world, the diet-following world, lives–but I had to cut the experiment short because I managed to achieve what many of them only dream of: weight loss.

Which, for me, is not really a good thing. I’m about as low as I’m comfortable going.

But I did want to review The Biggest Loser, the book written after the first two seasons of the successful TV reality show by the same name. And I wanted to do more than just give comments on the theory. I wanted to have some useful comments on the practice.

So here you go…

The Diet:

The Biggest Loser weight loss plan as propounded within this book isn’t bad. The nutrition component proposes an alternate pyramid–4 (or more) servings of fruits and vegetables, 3 (only 3) servings of low-fat protein foods, 2 (only 2) servings whole grains, and 1 (200 Calorie) serving of “Extra”. This would be significantly less than ideal from a nutrition standpoint if the servings were standard servings such as are found on myPyramid or even in diabetic exchanges. There’d be far too little grain. But it just so happens that The Biggest Loser considers 1 serving of grain to be 1 cup of cooked grain or two slices of bread (twice the size of a standard myPyramid ounce.) As a result, the diet isn’t too off balance.

It’s relatively simple and it’s low calorie without being too low calorie.

The problem? It’s really hard to cook like this. There are recipes in the back of the book–and a few of them look good–but you’d have to be pretty creative to keep this diet from getting dreary. For my part, since I work all day and often have extra activities at night, I don’t have time to be in the kitchen all day–and the “grab and go” or “quick prep” options get old quickly. I can only eat so many smoothies or cottage cheese with vegetables or baked/grilled chicken breasts. I need me some OIL, some real FAT.

I was hungry all the time. It stunk.

But I did lose weight. So it does work.

Other than the 4-3-2-1 plan, the chapter on nutrition had plenty of information, about half of which was correct. It gave tips on label reading (generally a good idea), suggestions for including more fruits and vegetables (some decent advice, some ridiculous like “potatoes make you hungry”), what to drink (suggested that you can burn extra calories by drinking your water cold–sorry folks, but ice cold water does not a diet make.) While following the recommendations found within the chapter on nutrition won’t hurt you, quite a bit of it is unnecessary or based on tenuous (at best) science.

The Exercise:

The exercise component of The Biggest Loser varies depending on an individual’s starting fitness level, but includes cardio workouts and circuit training (cardiac speed resistance/stretching).

I’m not a fitness expert, but the recommendations for exercise seem fairly consistent with the recommendations of organizations such as the American College of Sports Medicine (as well as MyPyramid)–increasing activity to 60 minutes of moderate to high intensity aerobic activity on most days of the week.

The Rest:

While the diet and the exercise sections of this book weren’t awful, they weren’t anything extraordinary (or anything extraordinarily accurate) either. What might really make this book useful is the collection of strategies found in chapters two and five.

Chapter 2 helps the reader explore his motivations for weight loss and gives some tips for getting organized for weight loss. Two of the organizational tips are very useful: Buy a food scale or use measuring cups and spoons to measure out your food and keep a food journal. The ideas for motivation are also useful. However, the chapter could easily encourage people to think that weight loss is somehow a panacea that will make their life all better. It’s not. And sometimes, one needs to make some basic quality of life/self respect changes in order to make weight loss happen (as opposed to the other way around).

Chapter 5 has participants from the first two seasons of the television show sharing some of their own strategies for weight loss. This, I think, is probably the best part of the book. A lot of weight loss (or healthy eating in general) is about finding what works for you, with your lifestyle. The more ideas you hear, the more likely you are to find something that will work for you.

The final chapter gives instructions for starting a Biggest Loser challenge of your own with friends or in your workplace.

Eh, if you’re interested in that sort of thing.

For my part, I prefer to look at better indicators of overall health rather than simply at numbers on a scale.

But if you’re interested in weight loss or interested in the Biggest Loser show, you could do worse than following the recommendations found in this book.


Rating: 2.5 stars
Category:Weight Loss
Synopsis:The Biggest Loser coaches and participants from seasons 1 and 2 of the show give a basic diet and exercise program as well as tips for weight loss.
Recommendation: This plan won’t kill you. It’ll probably help you lose weight (if you can manage to stick to it). But it’s not for everyone–and likely very difficult to fit within a “normal” (that is, ridiculously busy) life.



The Week (Wed-Tues)

Tally as Tuesday afternoon:
Nights out past ten-4
Trips to Grand Island-2
Trips to Lincoln-2
Hours spent in a car-11
Hours spent driving-8

Confessions:
Confession #1: I hate to drive
Confession #2: I hate to be out late
Confession #3: I love my baby sister

Which is why I took another trip into Lincoln,
spent another couple house driving,
and stayed out late another night–
So that I could see my little sister’s
final Junior year show choir concert.


Nightstand (April 2011)

Last month, I had just been to the library and my nightstand was full:

Books on my nightstand

The books were flying off the nightstand this month–so fast that I replenished my supply halfway through!

This month, I read:

The Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary Pearson
A terrific dystopian novel that touches on bioethics, personhood, genetic engineering, helicopter parenting, and more–but does it in a non-propagandist, non-pedantic way. Imagine that! (Read my full review.

Another Homecoming by Janette Oke and T. Davis Bunn
When Martha’s husband of less than a year is missing in action, she’s not sure what she should do. One thing is for sure-she knows she wants better than she can give for the daughter growing in her womb. So she gives her baby up for adoption. Then her husband returns, a broken man–and their family is a broken family, grieving for the lost child even as a new child arrives. A lovely little story about a family split by war, later to be brought together by God’s grace.

Batman: No Man’s Land
I’ve always kinda assumed that comic books aren’t really my thing–and after reading this, I have decided that my assumption was correct. The format is lost on someone like me who cares only for words and little for illustrations.

The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse
More Wooster and Jeeves hilarity. These follow a typical formula, but manage to be funny regardless.

A Family-Style Christmas by Carolyne Aarsen
A “Love Inspired” novel in the typical “Love Inspired” fashion. Twaddle. Short on plot, characterization, and pretty much everything. But that’s the “Aa’s” in the adult fiction section of my library.

An Honorable German by Charles McCain
This story centers around a youngish Max Brekendorf, a German Naval officer who finds himself embroiled in Germany’s war–what would become World War II. Seeing World War II from the perspective of an “honorable German”–a German warrior who wasn’t a Nazi–was interesting. The story itself? Meh. Nothing spectacular, but not bad. Some gratuitous sex, lots of descriptions of life on board a U-boat. A so-so book altogether.

Kristallnacht by Martin Gilbert
A stunning look at the night that began the Holocaust–from the personal viewpoints of dozens of heretofore unpublished eyewitnesses. This is a great book that clearly shows the widespread devastation of “the night of the broken glass”.

Mr. Darcy Broke My Heart by Beth Pattillo
This novel tried (unsuccessfully) to be profound–but succeeded wonderfully in greatly surpassing Pattillo’s “Betsy Blessing” series (see here.) I enjoyed this novel–and it’s induced me to give Pattillo a second chance after those two awful “Betsy” books.

The Obama Diaries by Laura Ingraham
It’s true. I enjoy reading conservative rants. Most are entertaining but few have lasting power. I enjoyed this specific conservative rant. But with money tight and opportunities to spend it plentiful, I’ll keep borrowing these from the library (but not even consider spending money on them.)

The Third Reich by David Williamson
Another children’s nonfiction title–this time a not-so-great children’s nonfiction title. Even with all my prior reading on the topic, it was hard for me to follow this title. It used quite a few names, places, and unique terms without bothering to identify or define them. So, if you didn’t already know what the SA and the SS and Lebensraum and Kristallnacht and the Treaty of Versailles were, you would be completely lost.

What? What? What? by Lyn Thomas
Subtitled “Astounding Weird, Wonderful, and Just Plain Unbelievable Facts.” Interesting, but not as jam-packed or information-full as one of the Dorling-Kindersley books I’ve read previously. I don’t think I’d be buying this one for my reference library.

The Wizard of Oz by L Frank Baum
It was filed in with the children’s picture books–and since I was reading the “BAU”‘s, I read it. Then I got to the end and realized it had been misfiled. This illustrated edition of The Wizard belonged in the general old juvenile fiction section. Oh well.

Also read, but not (yet) reviewed (even in short):

  • The Amusement Park Mystery created by Gertrude Chandler Warner
  • The Book Thief by Markeus Zusak
  • Cam Jansen and the Mystery of the Stolen Diamonds and Cam Jansen and the Mystery of the UFO by David A. Adler
  • The Complete Worst Case Scenario Handbook: Man Skills
  • Mike’s Mystery by Marcie Aboff
  • The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
  • The Sweetgum Knit Lit Society by Beth Pattillo
  • Your Teeth by somebody whose name I’ve forgotten
  • Children’s picture books author name BAUER-BECCIA

Having read all that I read this month (and with the extra additions along the way, I still have a bit left on my shelf for next month:

Bookshelf this month

Don’t forget to drop by 5 Minutes 4 Books to see what others are reading this month!

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WiW: Chosen Days, Sleep-filled Nights

The Week in Words

Kerry and Chris Shook were referring to family when they wrote the words:

“But the truth is, just because you didn’t choose them, it doesn’t mean they weren’t chosen.”
~from Love at Last Sight

Even if they were referring to family, the statement holds true in a variety of settings.

“Just because you didn’t choose your coworkers, it doesn’t mean they weren’t chosen [by God].”

“Just because you didn’t choose your location, it doesn’t mean your location wasn’t chosen [by God].”

“Just because you didn’t choose this specific life course, it doesn’t mean this wasn’t chosen [by God].”

The truth is, God is sovereign.

And His sovereignty means that nothing is an accident.

The people in my life are not an accident. The situations I deal with are not an accident. My energy level and when I wake up in the morning is not an accident.

And this should give me great freedom. It should encourage me to embrace every terrifying, wonderful, difficult relationship and circumstance.

It should lead me to surrender night-time dreams and live day-time ones:

“I used to spend my nights dreaming about the life I wanted to live. Now I live my dreams, and I spend my nights sleeping.”
~Dan Ogden

That’s what I want to do, starting now.

I want to sleep nights (something I haven’t had the most success at lately)–and I want to LIVE my days.

I want to truly live them. Not just get through them.

If my days are appointed by the God of the universe, foreordained by His sovereign hand, then I want to live each one of those days, every foreordained moment to the fullest.

I want to suck the marrow out of life, and rest at night knowing that I have made the most of the times God has given to me.

Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


I’m not here

Except that I am.

Or maybe I’m not.

I haven’t been online much lately…

not for any reason in particular, just for lots of reasons in general.

Reason 1?

My little brother came home from boot camp for his ten day leave starting last weekend–meaning that I spent the weekend in Lincoln with family.

Reason 2:

I am exhausted. Whether my all-too-active brain lets me sleep or not, I definitely haven’t had a lot of extra energy for anything extra.

And apparently the internet counts as extra.

Actually, pretty much anything but falling asleep on a book counts as extra.

I hope I catch another wind soon, ’cause this gets old really quickly.

Reason 3:

I have nothing to write about. (That is, nothing coherent to write about.)

Thanks to reason 1, I have had fun events occurring in my life. But thanks to reason 2, I have not even thought about how those fun events might turn into fun stories.

Thanks to reason 2, I have been reading. But thanks to reason 2, I have not felt like reviewing.

So, there you have it.

That’s why I’m not here.


Thankful Thursday: Folks

What would life be like without folks?

It’d probably be cleaner, neater, more productive…

and positively meaningless.

‘Cause people…

People are important.

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This week, I’m thankful for…

Friday night jewelry folks–two of my favorite jewelry ladies, my two favorite sisters, my favorite mama(!), two friends and a friend’s mama…all of us playing with jewelry

Friday night fellowship folks–a friend and I at coffee, fellows from her flock and mine, giddy girls eager to see me and share their stories, giggles and covert glances at guy(s) over apple cider and coffee

Saturday afternoon helpful folks–strong men carrying washing machines up stairs, red-headed boys (and girl) following behind, sisters buying tools, fellows offering to loose my bolt, a friend who give rides to get a tool that fits and then getting under the car to help with the bolt we still couldn’t get

Saturday evening dice-playing (and hamburger grilling) folks–Greek-toe noticing men, glad-to-see-you-gals, girls on the dock, bell ringing fun, grilling in the rain with tattoos on her feet, eating on the deck and trying not to be overcome with awkwardness

Sunday morning flock folk–passing my notes for my sister to copy, discussing creation with gals I love, praying together for the things on our heart, going over and into the fellowship hour

Sunday afternoon steak-eating folks–gathering materials, buttering asparagus, seasoning steak with company secrets, guys grilling with an errant thermometer, guys and gals together digging in to much too much food

Monday morning stand up folks–catching up on a weekend’s events, laughter and side conversations across the room, being a part of a terrific team, feeling confident about where we’re going

Tuesday all-day traveling folks–residents who remember my name, others who love to hear about my brothers the Marines, staff with smiles, settling into routines

Wednesday morning weights folks–being on the same page with the people I work with, having “Aha” moments amidst a meeting, talking about daughters and dates, daring to Facebook “friend” people at work

Wednesday evening Bible study folks–sharing more secrets, studying the Word, spending time chatting afterward, subjects that take on a life of their own, “Latika”

Thursday afternoon support staff folks–the nurse on one station who delivers reweights promptly, the aides on another who jumped to it and completed three weights within fifteen minutes after I asked for them, dietary staff who all pitched in to make things work when a cook got sick

Thursday evening embroidery folk–jokes with the kids while I’m picking them up, food from their mother along with shop-talk, comfortable conversation with embroidery hoops in hand, waving good-bye after a nice night at home.

I have a full, full life…busy, yes, but good busy.

My life is full of people… people who encourage me, bless me, stretch me. People who laugh with me, who pray for me, who sew with me. People who reach down to me, who look up to me, and who walk alongside me.

My life is full of people.

And for that I am most thankful.


Notta Piranha

My posts recently–and some of the comments I’ve been making elsewhere–might lead you to believe that I’m in full piranha mode.

Just waiting to sink my teeth into the nearest available fish (except for the much-sighed-over lack of fish in this particular sea.)

But I’m notta piranha.

Honest.

I’m not racing out, ready to hook the nearest single male into marrying me.

I understand that most often friendship comes before dating, which comes before marriage.

And I’m okay with that.

But unlike some of my friends (who are at different stages of life than I), I am not looking simply for some good guy friends, some “brothers” to hang out with.

I am looking for a husband.

Does this mean that I’m going to write off the guys who I don’t deem as marriage material and choose not to be their friends?

Absolutely not.

Brothers are wonderful. Guy friends are nice. It’s just that I’m unwilling to hide what I really want. I don’t want to pretend that I’m just interested in friendship.

I’m notta piranha, I’ve just tired of giving the impression that I’m justa pal.


A Free Lunch

Economists like to say that there’s no such thing as a free lunch. Political conservatives remind the world that somebody has to pay for it.

Imagine with me, though, a world in which a free lunch exists.

Imagine that there were lunch…a fancy five course affair…an all-you-can-eat-buffet…that was actually free.

It didn’t cost anyone anything to make.

Even so, I would have no right to demand that I receive such a lunch. I would have no claim with which to petition the owner of such a restaurant.

So he wouldn’t lose anything in giving it to me? He still would have no obligation to give it to me.

Even if there were a free lunch, I could not petition to receive it on my own merit. I could only petition the kindness and the pity of the host.

But the economists are right. There is no such thing as a free lunch.

Which makes my petition all the more worthless.

If someone else has paid a great price to procure and prepare this feast, how could I convince him that I deserve a free invitation?

Again, and all the more so, I must throw myself at the mercy of the host. The only case I can make for myself is His kindness, His beneficence.

And so it is in this economy of grace.

A great feast–even Christ Himself–is laid before us.

A great price–even Christ Himself–has been paid to procure it.

I cannot attempt to earn entrance to this feast, have no right to claim it as my own.

I can only fall upon the grace of the Feast-Giver.

“Because of Your grace, admit me. In accordance with Your unfailing love, grant me favor.”

And in His unfailing love, He opens wide the doors and sets a place for me at the table.

A costly feast.

Completely undeserved.

A free lunch.

In the economy of grace.


Assistance from unexpected quarters

“Rebekah, do you know my daughter?” she asked.

I racked my brain trying to think if I’d been introduced to this coworker’s daughter. I don’t remember having been.

She continued, “Because she was asking me if I knew you.”

Oh, I thought, so I wouldn’t have met her through her mother.

Then how?

“S– is her mother-in-law.”

My eyes widened in surprise and recognition–and I nodded my head, “Okay, uh-huh.”

I hadn’t met her–but I recognize the connections now, at least.

Daughter-in-law to one of the gals in my Sunday-school-hour “flock” at church, sister-in-law to one of the girls I’m teaching to sew. Okay.

“I guess S–‘s been telling her what a great girl you are–so she’s trying to figure out who to set you up with.”

Wow, I thought, talk about assistance from unexpected quarters.

But I inclined my head and indicated that her daughter’s assistance was not unwelcome.

My coworker offered to screen potential set-ups.

With a laugh, I agreed that this also was welcome.


Thankful Thursday: The Church

Being a part of the church can be one of the most difficult experiences ever…
and one of the most rewarding.

The church is a place of accountability and of encouragement, of ministry and of receiving ministry.

It is a wonderful thing to live life within the church.

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This week, I’m thankful…

…for the church that gives faithful wounds (Proverbs 27:6)

…for the church who binds my wounds (Psalm 147:2-3)

…for the church that meets corporately and worships the one God with me (Psalm 34:3)

…for the church that is obedient and practices church discipline (Matthew 18:15-17)

…for the church that mutually encourages one another as we hang out together (Romans 1:12)

…for the church that approaches me after church (the service) to discuss me teaching their daughters to sew

…for the church that comes to my house, where I am delighted to teach them to sew

…for the church that I belong to here in Columbus

…and for the church I belong to made up of Lincolnites, Oregonians, Missourians, Virginians…Chinese, Albanians, and Nigerians…the church universal with which I am connected

Thank you, Lord, for this seventh-day creation: Your church. And thank You for incorporating me into this creation. I am so blessed, so honored, so overwhelmed to be a part of something so big, so momentous that it could only be a work of God.

Thank you for the church.