I woke up nice and late this morning around 11 am, showered, and then gingerly toddled off to lunch with hubby.
Where’s the part about my daily shred in that scenario?
Dear God in heaven, I am so incredibly sore from top to bottom that I can barely move.
Jillian gave me the beat down of all beat downs on day one. This tender mama had to skip a day.
But, don’t worry. Jillian will not win this fight. I will. Tomorrow morning: 5 am. We meet again.