On Tuesday night's Biggest Loser I watched the white team compete in the physical challenge. The mom was so afraid of the water that she ended up hurting herself in a very scary fall - just to avoid falling into the pool. Jillian saw that as a metaphor for the woman's life - of all she had missed out on by hiding behind her fears. And so, I started thinking about my own fears. I'm confidant at work, happily loved within my family, and lucky enough to have many different activiites that I enjoy doing. But there is something that I keep avoiding and that is exercise. I checked out a local gym a few weeks ago - got all the info, did a drive-by (didn't go in - just drove past and admired what? the parking lot? the windows?) and thought about going. But I kept coming up with reasons not to join. The money. The time. Would I really use it? Would I just waste my money? Who else goes there? Oooooooo - it's coed. And all of that chatter is just masking my fear. So tomorrow I face the fear and take myself not just to the gym - but into the gym, up to the front desk where I will plunk down my credit card and sign up for the next three months. And I'm packing my gear so I can do my first workout. And every time I walk into that gym I'll have the white team mom on my mind and hopefully, Jillian's voice in my ear telling me that I can do it. I can face my fear of being the fat girl out of place at the gym and instead feel like I deserve to be there. Like I belong there.   Over and over again on all the seasons of the Biggest Loser, contestants talk about how empowering the workouts are. Especially the women contestants. I'd like to feel that power.