Yep, that’s me. . .don’t like it. . .think it hurts. Not to mention it causes sweat. When I was younger I didn’t sweat. Of course, that turned out to be a problem–an actual medical condition. But I digress.

I will walk my dog. . .seasoneddaisy  Isn’t she precious?

But, again, I digress.

The true purpose of this post is to discuss the 30 day exercise experiment.

Ah, well.  Hmm.  I thought about posting before and after pictures for this. But then someone shared Seduced by the Illusion and I decided it was pointless.

I chose to do Jillian Michaels’ 30 Day Shred.  I had several reasons for this choice.  One, she scares me.  I need to conquer fears.  Two, it’s only 20 minutes long.  I can surely handle 20 minutes of torture–I mean, exercise–a day.  Three, she really does get results.

So, I began.  Week one I weighed myself and then hit the play button.  I thought I was going to die.  I powered through the first three days though and eventually it didn’t hurt to move.  After the first week, I weighed myself again, but you know what?  Not one single pound gone.  That’s when I decided I would start tracking my food.  I created an account (ok, I just logged back into an existing account) at and continued working out and logging food.  Weighed myself after week two.  Nope, not a single pound.

This is very discouraging.

That’s when I thought I would measure myself instead of just weighing.  So I recorded those numbers.  They were scary.

At the end of the 30 days (ok, I’ll be honest–it was really 24–I missed 6 days–but 3 of those days I was doing something else physical like carrying heavy furniture helping my boyfriend move or mowing the grass) I lost 2.5 inches in my waist.  AND I finally conquered LEVEL ONE of the 30 Day Shred.

I’m thinking about attempting LEVEL TWO.

But, I’d rather not.

Not even for the chocolate milk I reward myself with afterwards.