Jillian Michaels is a sadist.
And I mean that in the nicest possible way.
I started the 30 Day Shred yesterday. Usually when I start exercising (I obviously have started and stopped several times) I'm sore the next day...so I knew I was in trouble when I felt like someone beat me with a baseball bat by around 6 pm.
I don't know how I did it, but I pulled myself out of bed this morning. No really, I had to pull. After being up and around for a while, I felt a bit better, and when my darling child went down for his nap, I had some breakfast, waited to digest a bit, and decided to shred.
It went surprisingly well until G woke up midway through the workout (the jumping jacks always wake him up) and insisted upon getting out of his crib tout de suite. I figured he may be entertained by mommy huffing and puffing and flailing about. He was.
But when I got on the floor for abs, the little turd started crawling all over me and then pulling my hair. I guess the hair pulling gave more resistance to the crunches?
Suffice it to say, today was a bit more challenging, my body is yelling at me, but I did it and I feel pretty good.
Tonight, we are having fish. Well, B is having fish sticks and probably fries with a bottle of ketchup and I'm having broiled tilapia and broccoli. He is trying to GAIN weight.
Yeah, life is SO fair.