Sometime around Thanksgiving I was shopping with my mother and she was in one of those moods when she is determined to purchase something for every person she has ever
known loved, so after much back and forth with her about things she felt I had to have even though I didn't need them at all, I finally threw Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred into the cart and headed for the checkout* which is conveniently located next to the Starbucks counter.
Mom paid for the DVD while I ordered us venti Pumpkin Spice lattes with whip.
When Kristen began twittering about the Shred, I remembered that my mother bought it for me. When she talked about shredding as a group for the month of March, I found the DVD buried in the drawer that houses all the Wii stuff. And, when she pushed the envelope to the point of starting a new blog
I cursed her for making me feel like such a slouch then I realized it was time to dust the thing off, remove the shrink wrap, and see just what the fuss is all about.
I'll tell you what the fuss is all about: pain. Lots and lots of pain.
This is only day two and every inch of me hurts, but I don't care because I am in it for the long haul (or the month of March, whichever comes first).
My beginning stats:
Code Name: Crooked Pigtails
Tag Line: Don't make me sit on you.
Goal: to run and play with my kids for longer periods of time
Diet plan: move more, eat less, drink more water
Personal Rules: drink more water, don't eat after 9:00, only two lattes per week, take the time for myself to exercise.
Shred Plan: do the shred every day of March, start with work out One, three pound weights
*I know this sentence makes me look like an ungrateful brat, but my mother and I have had conversations about this topic and we understand one another. It's all good.