poo poo

hooray, a new series of you are what you eat began last night. i became tumescent with anticipation when before the programme we were warned that there would be "even more poo than usual." and there was. a tupperware container with smelly binge drinker poo in it. if only we had smellyvision.

you would have thought there was only so much mileage in this format - take a biffer, show them in their underwear, show footage of them scoffing and imbibing, show them trestle tables piled up with a week's worth of what they usually eat, make them cry, show them being colonically irrigated (the best bit), show them trestle tables piled up with healthy greenery, watch them change their diet, see them a couple of month's later having lost a considerable amount of weight - yet i can't get enough of it.

because i want to believe that it works (and it seems to), and each week i'm frightened that it won't. that they'll find some recalcitrant who won't take the medicine.

one of the main reasons we overeat, and eat bad things, is that we often don't even notice we're doing it. cognitive dissonance, innit? or something. so this programme works because it sticks it all right in your mush: fat person, close up of burger in mouth, table of junk food, smelly poo.

top telly.