Well I am officially insane.
I talk back to Jillian today…OUTLOUD.
JM: “I know you are getting tire…blah…blah…blah…big finish.”
QOTU: “Yes, I am fucking tired, woo hoo! Woo hoo!”
All the animals look at me, confused as to what the ruckus is really about.
Push a little on cardio and I am dying from it now. Back to knees hurting as do my arms.
Yeah Monday! Yeah! (yes, totally faking this)
Ok, off to do all the regular Monday stuff. Have a great week!
Queen of the Universe 
Haha. Don't you want to really talk back and antagonize her (Jillian micheals, that is) as though she were really there? I imagine it might sound something like this:**using a very smart ass tone of voice**"no Jillian, I'm not tired at all. In fact, this is like childs play. Stop all your yelling and have some god damned carbs or something. You're gonna give yourself a freakin stroke!"I totally admire what you're doing. Proud of you in fact, but I would probably get sent to the psych hospital if I listened to that crazy bitch yelling every morning. You go girl! : )