Monday, January 17

I have a love hate relationship with Jillian Michaels. I love how I feel after doing one of her work outs, but hate the way I feel during it. To ease the pain, I convinced Heather to come over and participate in the torture. Why is it that it's easier to do something when you know someone else is sharing your pain? After getting yourself into a routine, its not so bad... but getting to that point always takes a little work. Today, I remembered my hate for Jillian Michael, every single time I went to sit down; A task that is usually thoughtless, stretched muscles I forgot I had. Cheers to sore legs, and hopefully motivation =)