I love a good many things in life. Bacon, beer, cheese, pasta, movies, laughing with my kids, trying to outsmart (unsuccessfully) my hubby. Working out? It’s not high on the list. Actually, it’s at the very bottom. See here: #10,424, right underneath “clean the toilet with my tongue”? That’s where working out is on the list. Yet here I sit, staring at a DVD that I purchased – willingly, mind you – and committed myself to the 30-day Shred by Jillian Michaels. Shoot me now.
I am not a routine person. I am not a person who enjoys sweating and looking silly while chatting about my kids with other moms in fitness groups; I don’t like to socialize when I sweat. I also have a schedule that changes. A lot. When it comes to going with the flow and rearranging my entire day – sometimes three times a day – I’m a pro.
But I am getting old. My bones hurt. My muscle mass is depleted. My belly still looks 3 months pregnant… and my youngest is three years old.
So it’s time. My body is yelling at me so I’m yelling back, “FINE! We’ll try this workout thing!”
How did Day One go? So easy! Piece of cake! I love Jillian Michaels’ style of instruction. She cracks me up and makes me work without annoying me in that cheerleader kind of way that so many instructors can do (and put yer angry pom poms down, girls, I was a cheerleader too, so I can say that).
But then…oh. Oh my. I walked up the stairs – totally fine. I walked down the stairs – OOF. What was that?! Was that my hamstring? That hurt! I don’t even know what muscle that was but, OW. I obsessed for a little while about what muscle was “feeling the burn” before I smiled. I liked it. I was very happy to find that, while I thought the workout was so easy while I was doing it, my body was telling me that it actually felt it.
“It’s working!!” I rejoiced out loud and scared my dog. Then I looked down to my flat, rock hard abs. Only to find the mush still there. Damn. I really would need to do more of this working out thing.
So I’ll be back. I love that it’s just 20 minutes. From the time I popped the video in to the time I finished cooling off, it was the perfect amount of time in which to bake a pie crust (which I did). I get a kick out of the thought that Jillian might actually climb through the TV to kick my ass if I stop to rest.
Of course, it’s only Day One.