Shred it and Forget it

Early last year, in my constant quest to shed the lbs that have nagged me over the last few years I found a partner with similar goals and arranged to meet her at a local gym for workouts a few evenings a week.

I was proud of me, thinking I'd made that first important step to reaching my goals. Until that first night when she called and cancelled.

"No problem," I'd told her trying to hide my disappointment "we'll just meet up tomorrow"

But then tomorrow came and it was me that cancelled. After really thinking about the committment I'd made, I realized I didn't want to go to a gym 3-4 times a week.
It wasn't that I didn't want to work on me. I was still determined to rediscover the me of old, the healthier me.

It was about my children. Being away from them for 8 hours each day while at work, I miss them terribly. It didn't make sense to leave for another 2 hours. No matter what the reason.

So there I was, feeling bad about having dogged out a woman desperately trying to help herself, but knowing I made the right decision for me. And, I still hadn't figured out how to incorporate working out into my life.

That was until I found Ms. Jillian Michaels.

I stumbled upon her 30 day shred while shuffling through Exercise TV and instanly fell in heavy like.

Sure it was painful, and sure midway in I cussed out everything from twinkies to fitness gurus but sweating like a pig at the end of 20 minutes I was done.

And truth be told I felt really,really good. And better still it had only been 20 minutes and I'd never left my home or my kids. In fact , sometimes they'd work out right beside me.

But then right around the holiday season, Jillian and I had a parting of ways.

It wasn't her . It was me.

And I've missed her desperately. As have my jiggly belly and arse.

So we made our way back in to her amazingly chiseled arms.

And here we are, banding together with other "shredheads" to shred it and forget it. I can't tell you how happy I am to have found other gluttons for punishment Jillian devotees.

Starting Monday I'm on the journey to become a leaner, meaner, once again hawt-ass me (read: I want to lose enough lbs to fit back in to my size 6 clothes. Truthfully it's not about a number on a scale, but where I look and feel most comfortable)

Holy hell what have i gotten myself into...

(Ahem)I mean wish me luck