A mere 248 days ago I was given the Jillian Michaels Six Week Six Pack workout DVD. Yeah, that's right - Christmas. I now wonder what I was thinking asking for a gift like that when I could have had chocolate. Some of you know last November I decided to chronicle my trials and tribulations with the 30 Day Shred on Facebook. Well, I'm not going to chronicle the whole start to finish from fried cheese on a stick abs to six pack abs, but I'll occasionally keep you informed on my progress. I figure if I do an occasional blog about it, it may do several things - 1. Inspire you to seek out a way to improve yourself in some form or function and 2. Hold me accountable to my goal. So, today it begins...
Dear Ms. Michaels:
I know we haven't seen each other since last November. You may think it's been too long, but after completing day one of your Six Week Sick (I mean Six) Pack workout I think it hasn't been long enough. I know we had an appointment to begin last Wednesday, but I decided to put you off until Monday when all the kids were back at school. What? You say it's Wednesday? Well, technically you're right. Hmmmm, where does the time go!? Well, you see, I came down with this stomach funk on Sunday night and it carried me right through until yesterday. Knowing how I felt when we began the 30 Day Shred, and how I had issues with even the slightest movement for days afterwards, I felt it was better to wait until I had sufficiently recovered. Hey, I'm here now...right?
I thought the torture you presented me with on a daily basis through the 30 Day Shred was crazy, but this time you have crossed the line into pure insanity. I think even my eyeballs hurt. I definitely wasn't a pretty picture. Of course, Eldest had to come in and watch me delve into your world for a bit, making sure to bolster my spirits with juuuuust the right amount of ridicule to be keep me irritated and going. His first words when he walked in was, "Oh, now I know why Bishop was crying." Bishop is his parrot, by the way, who kept screaming at me as I sweat, strained, and grunted. Hopefully by the time we're finished he won't have picked up any new words.
I am determined to devote at least 5 days a week to this ab perfection endeavor...or at least come close anyway. I have a dress I'd like to wear again without having to layer up with several types of undergarments at once, each promising to reign it all in, but in reality not able to do the job alone -hence layering up. Breathing is important and said layering along with sucking in my stomach makes it a chore.
So, today it starts. A routine I will do my ultimate best to follow while not succumbing to the desire I have at this very moment to chuck your DVD into the pond. Have a wonderful day, and I'll see you tomorrow. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.