Jillian. I will kill you.

Maybe this post should be "Jillian.  You will kill me." 

I used to never have to worry about exercise or diet- I was the skinniest thing in the room.  Always.  Then one day, about 7 months into my marriage, I was putting on a costume for Les Miserables.  It didn't fit.  I am pretty sure they had to let my dress out twice after that.

Fast forward 4 years or so.  Still having the same problem.  I'll finally buy clothes that fit.  A month later, they, too, will be tight.  Everyone says "You aren't fat." But I don't fit anymore.  And I don't like what I see in the mirror.

So I finally got so sick of looking at pictures of me that I hated and not fitting into my clothes and looking at my body getting bigger and bigger that I ordered Jillian Michaels' 30-day Shred from Netflix.

Started yesterday.  Thought I was going to collapse, throw up, DIE, or all three. 

Woke up today and can hardly walk across the room.  Had to choreograph a little "76 Trombones" and the marching and jumping are killing me a little bit.

I can do it.

I can do it.

I will!

Now I just have to stand up...

"Unnecessary"

I was introduced to an amazing blog this week.  It's called The "Blog" of "Unnecessary" Quotation Marks and Alex and I have spent much time this week being thoroughly entertained by it.

I hope you will love it as much as I do...and try not to think about how "English" skills no emportence ANYMORE.

Seriously.

Alex's friend, Jeff Harris, is even featured in a post!

Enjoy!