Please excuse me while I find my arms, my buttocks, my guts, my abs, and my spine. I am in the middle of a work in progress. To all who knew me well, I was a fun loving gal who had sausage thighs and a Bundt cake stomach. Killian Michaels KO’d me last night. I did not love my workout session. It was pure triple X torture and I hated it.

She twisted my body, she talked so much junk, she even yelled that she wanted to see smoke come from my bum….from my bum! Damn Dominatrix! I felt so inept, but I fought through it and lost. I’m fighting her again tonight and every day until Sunday…at least til Monday’s level 3. We will come to a reckoning over this level 2 of Ripped in 30. I am going do those mountain climbers and plank jacks until I can jump over her scrawny behind with enthusiasm. Did I mention that I hate the alternating squat thrusts, what kind of monkey show is she running? I did them anyway, badly, falling down, stumbling like a drunk at the bar but I did them AND WHAT Killian!

Seriously, this level will be either the turning point of change for my body or the beginning a very slow death. I am so serious about conquering this midget heifer of terror and her deadly Ripped in 30. The door was opened after I finished as I hobbled out to hit the showers, I left with 1 thought in my head. She is going down and I will be back…screw the terminator…I said it BETTER!