Okay Jillian. But what if I feel like I'm dying every. single. time? I hate you Jillian Michaels. HATE.
"So Jenna, how are you doing with your whole fitness shenanigan?"
Oh, so nice of you to ask. IT SUCKS. You might remember that I've mention a time or twenty that I hate working out. With a passion. I don't like getting sweaty. I don't being out of breath. And I definitely don't like "the burn". All of which I experienced last night, while dying and working out to Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred.
I thought I'd kick it up a notch and impress my buddy, Jill, by doing level two. Worst. Idea. Ever. Last week it was difficult (because I'm weaker than a dandelion), but I got through it. Last night? I must have come down with bronchitis in the last couple days because I was wheezing like an asthmatic after a marathon.
If you were a fly on the wall last night, this is what you would have heard.
"Ugh, what am I doing with my life?"
"I hate my life."
"Jillian, shut it."
"No Jillian, I can't do it."
"Nice bermuda work out shorts, Jillian."
" MOOOOOMMMMMM. Am I dead? Is this Hell?"
This whole getting fit for the wedding is already getting on my nerves.
Yeah, I'm dramatic. What are you going to do about it?
