Jillian Michaels and Me

So, here I am all excited about my new Wii with all the wonderful DVDs available to help me become fitter.

Every day since Christmas, hubby and I have a 5:00 PM date to bowl.  I was kicking his butt when we'd first started, but now that he's warmed up, well . . .

I've tried the aerobics, the skiing, yoga, and boxing.  I aced those stunts pretty darn good--or so I thought, that is until I met Jillian.  Well, not really, but she's kicking my butt.  I'm using muscles I didn't know I had.  Now, workouts are not new to me; I'm out there every morning.  I jog, walk, bike, kettlebell, and now, I have Jillian. 

And speaking of kicking butt--Jillian Michaels the personal trainer on The Biggest Loser, well, she's doing a number on me.  Excited to receive my gift, and anxious to get started, I inserted the DVD and selected the circuit junction.  I thought this would be the right thing to do--you know, to get all those muscles working, but not overdo it.

This particular circuit consisted of jogging, and lots of floor exercising that requires the balance board.  Well, I did those push-ups, just like the men do, the crunches, the stepping exercise with the board, and lots of others that are too painful to remember.  I was having difficulty draping my body over the board without having the corner dig into my sides like a knife, but I struggled through it anyway.


When I was all done, I was tickled pink.  "Yeah," I said panting, "I can do this."  I punched my fist in the air just like the athletes do when they win, until the final results flashed across the screen. This is the screen that tells you how many rotations you've completed, percent rate, and usually a encouraging note from the instructor.   Not this time.  The screen displayed two numbers and the rest were all zeros.  "What?" I exclaimed, "how can that be?"

Well, Jillian, in her infinite ability to make you feel like a piece of crap, spared me no pity.  After she finished ranting about me being lazy, she told me in no uncertain terms she wasn't going to put up with it.  Has she been talking to my mother?

 Oh well, better luck next time.

Carolyn


 

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