Day 11 of 30 Day (death) Shred

It's day 11. I have made it through days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 (after which I took a 2 day break due to 1. death pain in my thighs 2. being away all Saturday and coming home way to late to Shred and not having the service ready for Sunday), 8, 9, and 10. Today was day 11. Last night, a little debate started in my head after shredding. I was making it through everything all right, I no longer felt like either jumping off my balcony, no, not jumping, too much effort, rolling over and never moving until my neighbours wondered what the smell was in the hallway or seeking and destroying Jillian and I could do pretty much all the exercises at 'Natalie' level (Natalie being the toned caramel godess who Jillian holds up as a model of work-out ethic 'If you want to look like this (pointing to Natalie's toned, perfect body) you need to work like that') barring the push-ups and the stupid side-squat arm lift moves. So, should I move on or stick with level one until I could win a head-to-head race with the Natanator?

I wrote my cousin Robin, who started shredding 2 days after I did, but who now drew level with me due to my wimpy inability to push through the pain. Was she moving on? She was debating too, but I read last night that she had decided to move on and found it quite easy. Wait a minute, I'll find her status on Facebook, just so you have a comparison. Hm. Can't find it. Anyways, it went something like this 'Moved on to level 2 today, wasn't as bad as I thought it would be etc' you get the point. Not that bad. I took this as a good sign and decided today that I would move on as one is supposed to and do Level 2.

Words cannot describe how misleading my cousin's cheerful, deceitful status is. Right now, I am lying on my couch, a full 20 minutes after shredding, and I can barely find the will to type, let alone get off the couch to find my Hairspray DVD so I can listen to the soundtrack while I type. I really want to listen to that. It would be perfect right now, and yet, I am afraid that if I try to move off the couch I will topple head first onto the floor, in a kind of plank position that Jillian has now grown so fond of, minus the arms holding me up. I almost threw up during cardio session 2. I'm not kidding. I was debating how fast I could run to the washroom or if I should just run out onto the balcony and heave off there.

 It didn't come to that. But almost. And that's all I have to say about that. Except - this is Natalie:

And even she cheats once or twice.