We head back to the ranch, where Bob wants to check in with Antone about his mental state. Antone admits that he was embarrassed when the pro players first came out. He used to eat guys like Clay Matthews, he says. And then he did the equivalent of eating guys like Clay Matthews, but with nachos standing in for players. And now he's let himself slip, and can't compete against them. Antone also got hurt when people kept saying that there were three NFL players in the challenge, and wants to put his bid in as the fourth. It makes him feel like crap that the others don't place him in that elite category. It wouldn't be an episode unless Antone started crying, right?

Bob asks Antone to take him back and tell him what happened. Antone says that he got his first job at 14, and used his earnings to buy his own delicious food. He'd eat double what everyone else was eating. Bob asks him why, and Antone says that he's the youngest of eight siblings, and sometimes in that situation you have to fight for a meal. He chokes up even more as he says that he remembers some days where he and his family had to sell bottles to get food. Oh boy, now I just want to hug him. When he had his own income, Antone made up for lost time and the days when he didn't have food. Ever since then, he battled with his weight, and after football he didn't care and let everything go. However, he knows that he still has an athlete inside of himself, and can get it back. Antone doesn't want to drown in sorrow or regret, or lard. He wants to emerge from the ranch as a new person. Bob reminds us that Antone is his pet project for the season, and has a ton of potential.

And then, oh NO! It's time for more visits with Dr. "Death" Huizenga. Jennifer has a knee issue that required an MRI, and is meeting with Dr. H. to find out what it's all about. He tells her that she has a stress fracture, which is 100percent healable if the medical staff does their job. To be on the safe side, Jennifer is not allowed to do any weight-bearing exercise or even walk for three weeks on both legs. They're going to figure out some exercises that she can do one-legged or while sitting. Even though she walks out of his office on crutches, that was one of the least painful visits with Dr. Death that we've ever seen! I'm surprised he doesn't yell, "And also you have diabetes!" just before the door slams shut.