The Shred.

So I buckled. This out-of-shape thing? Doesn't look good on me. Most importantly I am tired all the time and can't chase Wilson down the street without nearly asphyxiating. Mommy needs to get her act together, and fast!

But when? Where? My life is crazy, I rarely sleep, how can I fit training into this life I lead?

I found my answer in Jillian Michaels. She promises to take me from this:

Before Jillian

to this:

After Jillian

in just 30 days. That's a big promise, folks, but since she's a celebrity, I trust her.

I will probably blog (read: whine) about this now and again. Sorry. But when I'm all lithe and not-sleepy at 3pm and able to chase my Tiny Man halfway across the city, it'll totally be worth it. I'll try to keep it pithy. And clean. Try.