I’m one month from my LAST spring break ever, which means I’m one month away from bathing suit season and about 6,000 months away from the super-bod. Plus the set back of the fatty footy really put a kabosh on my exercising. I’ve been itching to get back to sweating, but A) I was lazy and B) my foot hurt (mostly A though…) Then like some sort of mind reading thing, this lovely Southern Belle put a bat call out there for Jillian Michael’s 30 day Shred – again. I’ve done Jillian’s a few times and have always had success with her. The last time I was hanging with her, I was able to whip out 30 REAL pushups and a 2 minute plank. Since then I’ve definitely gotten the loose chicken arms again and can only do 10 pushups without becoming wobbly jello or about 30 seconds of a plank before I collapse on the floor.
So when Jenna said she’s doing the 30 Day Challenge… I sighed, shook my head (cuz I really DIDN’T want to do it!), and decided to put on my big girl panties and get “serious” about working out again. I took my measurements and got to shredding. Again.
I’m excited about the virtual group aspect of working out together, but I’m really not too excited about Jillian. I’ve seen her videos so many times, I’ve memorized all her cheesy lines plus I get bored (note: NOT the same as unchallenged!). But the thought of my spring break has me flailing around in my living room, cursing at the screen, and cringing at my 5 and 8lb weights (yup, weak little chicken arms). I won’t be doing it in 30 consecutive days because the Hus and I have a standing workout date Sunday.Tuesday.Thursday where we jog on adjacent treadmills and try to outrun each other for 30+ minutes. And since they say, “The couple that exercises together…. well they get to eat bon bons together because they just worked out!” (they Do say that, right?) I won’t be giving up my bon bon gym dates with my main squeeze. Plus Tuesdays and Wednesdays I definitely don’t have time for a two-a-day workouts, so I’ll be hanging with Jillian about 4-5x/week.
So here’s to shredding. Again. To getting rid of the chicken arms. To hating Jillian again. And to strength. And to being able to lift those damn 8lb weights up to my eyes in the last shoulder movement.
3 days down, 13 real pushups done, 40 second plank. Boom. I got this.











