Ouch.
I mean all day MAJOR ouch. Some weird muscle in my back hurts.
I think the 30 day shred was designed to make unfit people feel relatively horrible about themselves, I knew I was unfit but the first time in my life I had beads of sweat dripping down my forehead (sexy I know).
Things I learnt about myself whilst doing day 1 of level 1:
1. I can't do 30 star jumps without needing a break somewhere along the line
2. I can't jump up and down without sounding like an elephant
3. I can't do push ups of any kind including the modified ones demonstrated by the "lower level" girl (who was the skinniest of all 3)
Still I am determined, I shall go home and make an arse out of myself yet again because so help me god I will be trying on beautiful wedding dresses at least 3 dress sizes smaller than I am now.
The boy is helping, after he left for football I received a very sweet if not slightly patronising text "Well done for doing your work out thing tonight honey, hard to get motivated I know". This from the man who has not a spare ounce of fat on him.
Hopefully I will be able to lift my arms to type tomorrow so I will update on whether I'm alive!
Christie x
**I'd just like to point out that although my hatred for Jillian Michaels is strong right now I'm fairly sure that she isn't actually the devil, just in case the suggestion offends anyone!
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