Screw You, Jillian Michaels!

This was the phrase I uttered at my TV last night while doing The 30 Day Shred. Ok, the actual phrase I said was much worse than that, but I don't want to prematurely freak out the readers of this blog. Do you know why I was swearing like a sailor? Pain brings out the profanity in me, and I was in some serious pain. Now don't get me wrong, I've got nothing but love for The Shred (unless I'm in the middle of it). There is no better way to get your ass handed to you in 20 minutes. When you are finished, you feel like you've truly worked out, and in my opinion, that's the best kind of work out you can have.

Look at that face.  She wants to torture you.

In the moment though, I pretty much always want to die. Hell, even my husband, who is in really good shape, wants to die. Yet he works out with me every night, faithfully, because he's not a foolish man. He knows there is no way he'll ever get sex on the kitchen counter again unless I get rid of some of this jiggle. There are some things this girl just isn't willing to do in my current state of chubby. Counter sex unequivocally falls into that category.

I need to look like this...without the manly V she has going on.

To get back to my point though (really, did I ever have one?), I think everyone needs to experience The Shred. It will give you an appreciation for muscles you didn't even know you had, I promise. Also, I've found in my previous efforts, it's one of the best ways to see results quickly. And I have no patience; therefore I need to see results asap.

And since we all know I can't afford plastic surgery...

If you are having some chunky issues, as I am, go buy yourself this video. Take some measurements of your waist, hips, bust and arms before you start. It's a great way to track progress when the scale is being stubborn. And let me tell you, my scale is extremely unyielding right now.