Thursday, January 29, 2009

Workin' it!

At my parent's house one Saturday morning, mom decides we need to exercise. We tune into FitTV and start getting our workout on.

It looked like this nice little kickboxing class but really...we about died.

Mom working on her jabs.

Me doing the same (yes, I'm in my PJs. I was not planning on this)

A little kicking.

Mom straining like crazy.

Finally she rolled over and stated (rather harshly I might add): "Does the name Jillian mean anything to you??"

She won't even watch The Biggest Loser because she thinks that Jillian is mean and uber harsh. And then, she incenuates that I, her own flesh and blood, am like the Jillian Michaels.

I actually took it as a compliment....Thank you very much.

She gave up when it got the this part. She was tired of getting critiqued.

Then, she just laughing at me straining and enjoyed taking pictures of my pain.