Does anyone else watch this show on BBC America where slovenly English people have a nutritionist kick their asses for eight weeks?

It's unbelievable. They put out a week's worth of food according to the participant's food diary on a table, and it is unbelievably disgusting.

I never want to eat again. It's making this third Master Cleanse I'm on go really really well.

Well, that and the fact that Tom's promised me a hideously expensive bag if I lose 20 lbs by Bonnaroo. Finally, incentive I can get excited about!

I feel ill. This is worse than watching those surgery shows.

More lemonade, please,
Ms. P

Labels: tv, yick, you are what you eat