and honestly, I don't like her much either.
For some reason I thought that a great end to days spent cleaning, de-junking, packing and fixing things around the house would best be rewarded by 20 (actually 28, she's a liar) minutes of torture.
I am on day three of the shred, and I can honestly say that I am in more pain than I was three days after my c-sections. At least after them I had cute babies and vicodin to take home.
Right now I am walking like I am 200 years old.
But, three days in, I have more energy and already feel stronger.
So, although Jillian and I are never going to be BFF's, after I finish these thirty days I probably will thank her more than hate her.
off to shred.