Deenie reports that she
is making progress: She’s not drinking two bottles of wine every night and is
down from a full carton of smokes to half a carton per week. She’s giving
"95 percent" to the program; everything has changed for her.
Jesse and his client
Natalie exchange dismissive glances with each other. Natalie mouths "OK"
sarcastically to Jesse. There is something here they’re not showing us.
Jesse asks the therapist
a good question: Where does a personal trainer, who’s not equipped to deal with
addicts and finds the truth hard to come by, draw the line?
Deenie doesn’t appreciate
the addict characterization and delivers the best line ever from a client: "I
do not think I’m addicted to food." And then she pulls out the old classic:
"I have a thyroid problem."
Oh, honey. No.
For some reason, Damon
and Micah have anointed themselves the group’s bull crap callers.
Damon: There has not been one time
since I’ve talked to you [when] you’ve been on this [program] that you have not
made an excuse … it’s somebody else’s fault, or that …
Damon: Yeah, I don’t hear you take
full responsibility for anything in your life. You say that you’re not an
addict. We all are. We’re fat; we’re here.
Deenie: What else do you want me to
be doing? I’m here.
Micah jumps in and yells:
"Every day, it’s been [the] eye-roll. Will you please just shut the f—
up and just f—ing do it … if it’s not the ankle, it’s the this or the that …"
The room goes dead silent
as Micah’s accusations bloom into a full-blown rant. Finally he screams,
"You’re killing us!"
Deenie jumps up and
storms out in a huff. OK, then. Who’s ready for some dessert?
Gregg goes outside to
talk to his client because he can’t kick her when she’s down. With a few magic
"it’s your journey" words, Gregg gets Deenie to go back inside for more
bitch-slapping from the boys, but tempers have cooled down.
Damon apologizes for
blowing his top, but it’s only because he cares. Jackie, the ringleader, says
even though Deenie is the Queen of Excuses, it’s time for compassion. Her words
soothe over the wounds of the group like a Warner balm of quiet calm.
Jackie: I was surprised — I think it
was very enlightening — I think they’ve had it with each other a little bit.
Gee, after recapping this
show for three years, I have no idea what that
Jackie thanks everyone
for their honesty and for sharing. They all applaud the therapist, who has
fallen asleep in her chair.
It’s such a fine line
between cathartic and exhausting.
Next week on Work Out: The
trainers go on a wild party rampage. Plitt follows Rebecca’s advice. You know
things are bad when Jackie is the one who has to tell everyone to grow up.