What the heck am I talking about, you ask? I am talking about Jillian Michaels' notorious DVD, Six Week Six Pack. (#fitnesspost!)
I mean, look at this:
Does this look easy? Does this look like a joke to you? Because it's not. It's Jillian Michaels yelling at you "inspirationally" while you drown in your own sweat and fat and vow never to eat again. Or turn on the TV, for that matter. As you get crabbier and crabbier at the humid weather and why doesn't the ceiling fan reach you and oh my gosh your shoes are slipping why is life so hard, she's up there, walking around with her little set of abs and her hair down, laughing at you. Oh, no. Jillian Michaels is like a PMS trigger. She makes you crabby and frustrated until you just want to cry for no reason.
Then, finally, she yells and screams through the last move, and you're finished. When you're done, things don't look so bad. I could do this five times a week, you think. You imagine yourself all skinny and toned and you smile. Jillian is your friend.
But only until you press play next time.
Not to mention your "before" pictures. Horrendous.
But summer transformations come at a price, I guess.
