That is something you do to lettuce for tacos
Or maybe cabbage for coleslaw
Or what about cereal made from wheat
That is not what you do to an out of shape 40+ year old body. At least that isn’t what most relatively sane people would think.
So here I am, bouncing through the blogosphere and I stumble upon more than one bloggy page that is touting the merits of the “30-Day Shred” by Jillian. Desperately in need of kick-starting my floundering exercise routine and still not ready to jog a mile or two, I was interested. 20 minutes a day – sounded like a good way to ease into things.
I should have known there was more to this blog-o-mercial!
I laugh at TV infomercials.
Why didn’t I do the same here?! Could desperation really cause this one to surrender to all that she knows is good and right!?
Why, of course!
Now, mind you I purchased this vexatious video at my local T*rget store. Please give me some credit for not calling some 1-800 number and buying every additional accoutrement possible to enhance my shredding possibilities.
So, this morning we met, this Jillian – the jiggle crusher, and me. It wasn’t pleasant. It wasn’t pretty. And, it was only 20 minutes.
20 minutes of pure, unadulterated torture. My jiggle along with every other part of my body has been crushed, annihilated and incapacitated. Who knew that 20 minutes today would leave me crawling for the remaining 23 hours and 40 minutes!
Will I do it tomorrow?
I think the better question is – will I walk tomorrow, upright like a homo sapien should!