One of my new favorite reality shows is Biggest Loser. I'm late to the table so to speak, having only watched it one season prior to this, but I'm addicted. I could do without the drama - but the networks couldn't. I could do without the voting process - but most viewers couldn't. Overall, I love watching these people, knowing they will beat the battle of the bulge and emerge a more healthy version of themselves.
Every episode has at least one "Trainer Tip". Tuesday night Jillian's was to get off the couch during the commercials while watching TV and do jumping jacks. So I did.
Chad laughed while I stood in the living room jumping while campaign ads floated across the screen, jumping while cars zoomed, jumping while Carl's Jr. introduced their newest 50 fat gram burger. After two commercials, I started breathing heavily. After four commercials I started to feel the burn. By the time I collapsed on the couch, panting, I had come to the sad realization that I am indeed out of shape. Until the next commercial break when Chad joined me.
The poor man is as bad as I am. Worse maybe because he didn't keep up the high impact and started doing the "shuffle". You know...the baby jog. No high knees, little, if any, air between his feet and the ground. I came to the even sadder realization that we're both woefully out of shape.
Even sadder is the fact that I'm still so sore that I could barely walk when I got out of bed this morning.
And yes, I will continue my commercial break jumping jacks. After all...according to Jillian, if I do them for all the breaks in a two hour time slot, I'll burn 300 calories.
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