|But I ate all of this. Yep. All of it.|
But that's not what I'm here to talk about really; I'm here today to convey to you all my strong dislike of Jillian Michaels.
See, I'm a weenie that doesn't like to work out by herself. When Rox can't gym, I might walk with Penny. When Penny can't walk, I'll go work out with my good friend Venus. Venus' poison of choice is a slew of work out videos (er, DVD's) she buys, sort of like one would buy crack. Or wait, how I would buy zebra cakes.
Anyways, whenever I'm working out with her, she subjects me to Jillian.
Now, I understand that Jillian hasn't really done anything to me, exactly, but you're also talking to the girl who's most viewed post is all about how much she hates that bitch Dora the Explorer. (I almost wrote 'Dora the fucking Explorer.' That just sounds like a terrible porn. Different sort of Cardio, folks. Different sort.)
Anyways, here's what I hate:
1.) Don't fucking tell me I'm doing a good job. I'm not sure what sort of condescending prick decided we need positive reinforcement from SOMEONE WHO CAN'T SEE US. Venus bought a new DVD the other day, a Dancing with the Stars one, and we sat on her couch eating crackers and watching it, laughing every time the dumb girl told us we looked great. Thanks lady.
2.) When she tells me to "push it." Uh, no.
3.) When this ho doesn't even do half of her own exercises and then tells me not to give up.
4.) When she is doing the exercises, and talking at the same time, not even out of breath, while I'm dying.
5.) Her face.
I've pretty much given into the fact that the morning gym will never ever happen for me. It's not the waking up, it's the getting out of bed, and putting pants on and stuff that gets to me. So, I'm going to try and do some of this Jillian crap in the morning.
Let's see how this goes.
ETA: It went for like 10 minutes before I wanted to puke. Jillian must be onto Lily's method of puke-ercise.