Weight Loss as Blood Sport: The Dark Legacy of a TV Hit

I just finished Netflix’s docuseries Fit for TV: The Reality of The Biggest Loser, and let’s be clear: what passed for “inspiration” was little more than a gulag in spandex. Vulnerable, overweight contestants were paraded into a sadistic bootcamp where caffeine pills stood in for nutrition, starvation was the weight-loss plan, and bleeding urine was treated as a milestone. Their bodies were ground down in training regimens that no orthopedic surgeon in their right mind would sanction.

The cruelty wasn’t a side effect; it was the business model. NBC made hundreds of millions while America shoveled popcorn, mesmerized by the weekly spectacle of people being berated, broken, and publicly humiliated—all in the name of dropping a few pounds on a scale. It wasn’t education. It wasn’t health. It was Schadenfreude masquerading as wellness, a moral strip show where the only thing thinner than the contestants was the producers’ conscience.

Of course, the spin was that the show “raised awareness” about obesity. The reality? Obesity rates ballooned from 25% to 45% since its debut. The real awareness raised was that Americans harbor a deep hostility toward fat bodies and an insatiable appetite for televised cruelty. We got our fix of humiliation, and then went straight back to our drive-thru dinners.

Two decades later, the docuseries hands the microphone back to the scarred veterans of that circus. Some regained the weight. Others shed it with Ozempic and other GLP-1s. What unites them isn’t their waistline but their clarity: they now see the show as the exploitation racket it always was. Listening to their hard-won wisdom—painful, sardonic, and damning—was the main reason the docuseries was worth watching.