Ok…what I came here to say today is that Jillian Michaels can kiss my ass!! Oh yeah….I’ve had it. I see her on the Biggest Loser and think, WTF Lady?? Why do you have to yell at those fat people? It’s NOT THEIR faults they are the way they are! It’s NOT!! So stop it. Stop. It. Right. NOW. Just because you have flat abs and buns of steel….who the fuck cares? Huh? Do you think you are better than we are? Huh? Just because your thighs don’t touch and your butt doesn’t jiggle?? Does that give you the right to belittle us??
On a side note, today will be day TWO of my 30 Day Shred with Jillian Michaels.
Yeah, I broke down and bought the DVD. Only to see what all the hype was about. The workout is not that long…I think it took like 25 minutes or something like that. Basically she has you doing normal exercises…..you know, push-ups, squats, running in place trying to touch your heels to your ass. She tests you to see how quickly your can get up from doing sit-ups to jumping jacks. Well, she doesn’t TEST you, but if you are like me, you miss half the jumping jacks because it takes you just a little longer to get up off the floor. It’s pretty much basic exercise..an awesome routine of multiple exercises all jammed into a short time period.
Pretty much basic enough that I can’t even start my car today without wincing in pain. I can’t lift my mocha to my parched lips either.
I can handle exercise…but it’s the damn squats that get me. Is this position normal? Should I be able to do it? Of course I should! Especially if THIS guy can!!
I am totally dreading today when I tackle day 2 of the Shred. I’m not sure how I can do it when every muscle in my body is aching. Every joint says “FUCK YOU!!” I’m not even sure how I’m typing right now because even my little pinky says, “ow….”
I think my spouse is secretly laughing behind my back. In fact, I KNOW he is.
I wake up this morning and walk out of the bedroom. He says good morning. I say…
I continue onto the bathroom holding my coffee cup with 2 hands so as not to over-use the muscles of one hand……with each step I mutter….
“ow…fuck you….ow again….shit…..wtf???”
I could swear I heard him chuckling ever so lightly…..
I set my coffee on the sink top gingerly….trying not to bend over too much to do this. Yes, I have to BEND to put down my coffee because my biceps and pectoral muscles are frozen. I pull down my lovely flannel pants to take a seat, and as I oh so carefully try to sit while grasping the toilet paper holder with one hand and the sink top with my other, my thighs rebel and CLUNK!! My ass falls to the seat. My thighs won’t hold me. My ass clanks so hard down on the seat that I was truly surprised the spouse did not come knocking on the door. I thought for sure he would have shown a bit of concern….just a wee bit….because you never know, I could have slipped on the soap or something. I could have been laying their in a pool of blood, just waiting for someone to come rescue me.
Nope….no knock on the door. I got myself up off the seat in
what seemed like hours a few minutes. I showered every so gently so as not to put too much pressure on the sore areas….and trying not to use any of the sore muscles too much. I let the water just run and run and run and will be kicking myself in the ass when that water bills shows up, but hey….I might just forward it on to Jillian Michaels…after all, this is HER fault!!
Who in their right minds would put themselves through this for 30 fucking days??
I don’t want to be the size I am anymore. Ok, I’m not huge by any means. But I’m not the me I want to be.
So, if you’ll excusse me now, I am going to
hobble gracefully walk on down the steps (oh, God….15 steps) to the basement and put that fucker in the DVD player and mutilate my muscles participate in yet another 25 minutes of torture glorious exercise with Jillian Hitler-Bitch Michaels. And if anyone is wondering….You don’t know where the crack in the toilet seat came from.
Mums the word, buddies!