Shredded

It seems like everybody in blogland is talking about the 30 Day Shred, so last night I went ahead and checked it out (it was onDemand, what what).

HOLY COW.

First of all, I love Jillian Michaels. She’s terrifying. To quote my friend S, she survives on pure protein powder and the souls of fat people. She’s totally buff in a “I’m not doing this to impress dudes, but I could beat the crap out of you” kind of way. She wears TWO sports bras. And there are few greater pleasures in this world than sitting on the couch eating chocolate bread pudding and listening to her yell, “WHY ARE YOU FAT?” at the top of her lungs on The Biggest Loser.

So anyway, like I said, I tried the Shred. And you guys. I loved it. I mean, I hated it, I was jumping around like an idiot lifting family-sized jars of Ragu Tomato and Basil because I’m too cheap to buy hand weights, and Tom made the mistake of coming into the room to get some water and I screamed “GET OUT OR I WILL SHRED YOUR FACE!”

But.

The whole thing is only like twenty minutes long, and you only do each excercise for like a minute at a time, and you get to pantomime jumping rope, and instead of being like, “You can do this, ladies,” Jillian is all, “I know you want to die, and I do not care.”

Frankly, I did want to die a little, and I appreciated her honesty.

She’s real clear that you have to do it thirty days in a row to get it to work, and I can tell you right now that that’s not gonna happen, so I probably won’t start my summer off shredded. But I’m totally going to see what other stuff she’s got out there, on the off chance she’s got one called “Jillian Michaels 30-Day Pie Eating Extravaganza.”

Go big or go home, right?