About a year ago I was turned on to a new "fad" called Shredding. People were talking about Shredding for 30 days and seeing amazing results. They were talking about being tortured each night and in pain each morning. They were talking about pants fitting better and being able to kick a tiger's ass.
Ok, maybe not that last one.
But I was intrigued, to say the least. I started asking around and that is when the evil evil exercise masochist
Jillian Michaels entered my life. Jillian and I would spend evenings and afternoons together- just brief bursts of time, 20 minutes or so. She'd torture me, I'd cry out in pain, curse her and then move on. And after some time it appeared that Jillian knew what she was doing.
And I was seeing results.
When Jillian and I first met I had lost the bulk of my weight and was looking for something to add on to my workout regime along with running. I hadn't yet joined the gym and I needed something more than just biking and running because those could eventually bore me to death. Who knew that Jillian might actually try to kill me with her lunges and jumping jacks.
I was a user though. I used Jillian just for what I needed her for and then tossed her aside. No concern for her feelings or needs. Really, I still don't care. But I miss the results. I also miss that lovely grinding sound my knees make when I walk- that was a special gift of Jillian's.
All of that being said, I have decided it's time to make amends with Jillian. It's time to move past the anger and hatred that I once harbored for her and her evil planks and bicycle crunches. With the impending triathlon I am finding it harder and harder to get myself in a place where I am working out consistently.
As so many of us are, I am busy. I have two kids, I work full time as a teacher and I coach two seasons a year (three if you count pee wee soccer), I am in grad school full time and I have a husband and a home to help maintain. It's a busy life we lead. Sometimes, sadly more often than not lately, working out takes a backseat to, well, everything. Jillian is 20 minutes and if I can get her in at least once a day with a run or a trip to the gym thrown in I'll be golden.
So, here it is.
The 30 Day Shred. Either tonight or tomorrow I'll be bearing my soul- and my body- and posting a picture here for all to see. Yes, that's right- a picture. Nothing risque- maybe a pair of shorts and a tighter fitting tank top or possibly, but not likely, a sports bra. And for the next 30 days, come hell or high water, I will Shred. I will make amends with Jillian and we will argue and I'll end up losing the verbal argument but hopefully winning the physical one.
This is not my idea. This is not something I've come up with on my own- that's obvious by the title of the DVD. But truthfully, I really was inspired to bring the Shred back into my life by a blog called
Shredheads. I encourage you to check it out! I'm hoping, with all my heart and sore big 'ol butt, that they'll link to us and share in the journey of the 30 day Shred as well as the Dirty Thirty Journey!!
So, follow along as I embark on another idea that I'm sure will cost me my sanity and cause me tons of pain, but as with anything hard, be totally worth it in the end!
*In no way was I paid for this post, nor is this a review. If you plan on doing the 30 Day Shred, I encourage you to make sure you are in good physical health and you are cleared by a doctor.*