Working on Loser we were always trying to keep everything secret from the contestants, hoping to catch that element of surprise (or horror) on camera the first and most natural and therefore realistic response to whatever torturous challenge we set for them. We were often surprised at how much they actually knew and it was not uncommon for them to just sidle up and casually mention our next exotic destination planned for them. I learnt the poker face response pretty quickly but would run right inot the production office to tell them we had been busted.
We never really knew how they knew what they knew and I couldnt understand why it seemed so important to find out what was going to happen next. Haha until I found myself on the other side of the camera as a contestant in a similar yet very different weight loss escapade. Now I get it.
Life in a roving fat camp is restrictive. We never know our schedules from one minute to the next and even if we did they change every five minutes, we are either filming, working out or sleeping, and in our case, any time in between we are travelling. Life on the road can become repetitious and tedious (times like this I wish I was a member of both The Qantas Club and Virgin Lounge) and so, with the absence of the pub on a Friday or any other night actually, the sport of finding out what happens next has become the game everyone plays.…














