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…

Day 10: woo hoooooooo! Never in a million friggin years did I think I would EVER GET THIS FAR! I have a very full day so I hit it early (actually for me its late because I usually get up at 4 AM) around 6 so I can get done and shower. We have errands,…

Blech. I am sleepy. Ridiculously so. Don’t feel like working out so I pretty much think of anything AT ALL I can do other than workout. Ugh. I relent by 1130 because its bothering me. This is starting to freak me out. I pretty much have never done anything in my whole life this many…

Holy shit. I think I am…wait for it: TOTALLY HOOKED. Ugh. I looked at bikinis. Previous me would suggest I be shot for doing so but this zombie infected Jillian-ite not only is looking at them but considering what tattoo will cover my childbearing stretch marks on my stomach. This is bad. I realize my…

I am officially infected. I put off working out to run errands and I am in Kroger to pick up stuff and hear Jillian in my head saying: JM: What the fuck are you doing? QOTU: Well I thought when I took Little Monkey to school and was already… JM: Stop right the fuck there….

Not all sports bras are created equal. Just saying. Still modifying some exercises but finding myself completing more reps, more correctly. As a result, REALLY feeling exhausted today. I keep trying to remind myself that this should be a good thing…lol So boyfriend asks: BF: “Aren’t you over-exaggerating, is she really yelling?” QOTU: “Uh, yes,…

So, I have decided that Jillian, with her infectious zombie work out virus, is trying to sabotage my car. She would like it if all I had to do all day is stay home and work out. You need proof? Sunday: Wake up an a ridiculous hour for a weekend, drink coffee, do my workout,…

UGH. It should be easier after three days, yes? I wake up an hour late (I know, God forbid on a Saturday I actually sleep) and get cracking. Literally. I sound like friggin’ RoboCop. I know you are thinking here, “oh Queen, thou doth exaggerate too much.” No. I. Am. Not. Crackle, crackle, pop, pop,…

I did it. I got up and did it a second day in a row. I think its possible that Jillian has figured out how to infect my mind with some zombie workout virus that compels you to go through the motions, even if you don’t feel liked it AT ALL. Yesterday, I was hurting…

Holy-effing-shit Jillan Michaels is evil. I had to modify the MODIFIED positions in the level 1 workout for pansies! I feel so much like puking I had to come sit on the porch to eat my cornflakes and cool off more. Not. Funny. One. Bit. She even yells at you at the spots where she…