Week 7
I need Jillian Michaels (the Biggest Loser) to come whip my butt into shape. (Let’s be honest here, if Jillian Michaels came running toward me with a whip I’d drop to the fetal position and cry like a baby) I’ve got the new tennis shoes, they’re all shined up and techie’d up with their Nike plus system that connects my iPod to my shoes. I can figure out how long and fast I’ve been running/walking and how many calories I’ve burned in that period, etc - and I’ve got NOOOOO motivation to get this flabby butt firm and cute again. Swimsuit season
