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 Photo via Splash You know how on any number of romantic comedies, where two people absolutely hate each other in the beginning and you know that it's just the writer's way of showing you what kind of fierce, powerful chemistry they have and how you know that they are really going to hook up? (Ref: Bridget Jones and Mark Darcy, Kathleen Kelly and Joe Fox, Claire and Bender, every Jane Austen novel ever written.) I think I'm having the same transformative moment with my Jillian Michaels angst. You see, when I started watching The Biggest Loser, I kind of openly didn't like her. More specifically, she frightened me. She seemed unreasonably mean, quite honestly. Also, she walked on her trainees. WALKED on them. But then, slowly, like a tightly bound rosebud, Jillian unfurled and revealed a deeper and much more compelling personality. And then, in yesterday's Daily Special, she delivered the Aha! moment I've been lacking with my inability to get myself dedicated to a fitness program. Go watch it for yourself here, but basically she admits that she hates working out! Hates it! You see, I've always felt like maybe I was a little brain damaged, like maybe I got dropped on my head, because exercising? I loathe it. I like stuff that doesn't feel like exercise, the walk through a park, the long bike rides to interesting locations, the four-hour-long volleyball marathons. But just getting on a treadmill and going for an hour? Can I opt for bamboo under my fingernails instead? But Jillian, whose hard body is the stuff of legend, admits that it sucks! She totally validated my feelings on the subject and then gave me an analogy that I could understand. She equated exercise to taking care of a house. No one wants to work to make payments, no one honestly enjoys housework or painting or any number of the mind-numbing and backbreaking things you must do when you care for a house (okay, maybe Martha Stewart gets a perverse pleasure out of some of it, but the rest of us...not so much), but we do it because we want to live in a nice house and take pride in home ownership. I totally get that! And the body as house? Brilliant. I'm sold. Converted. It was a total epiphany. And I have Jillian Michaels to thank for it. Color me stunned. She better not try to walk on me though. 5 CommentsLeave a comment |
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I really liked that analogy too. It makes perfect sense and is kind of good motivation when I don't want to get out of bed to go to the gym. I want my house to look nice, right?
It took me a while to come around, but for the last year I have grown to really like Jillian. I loved the interview, especially the house comments, too. I loved when she referred to jogging as her own private hell. I love her more now.
Totally with you Ms Weet... that is a bloody brilliant analogy.
I didn't know much about the lass til I met her at that BlogHer lunch thingy last year... she was compassionate, funny and realistic. It was only meant to last an hour but she was there for over two, posing for pics and all. Swoon!
Okay, not to be picky (okay, to be totally anal)... but let's get this straight. In Sense & Sensibility (a Jane Austen novel), Elinor never hated Edward (although wait, Marianne did sort of hate Colonel Brandon... okay, I'll give you that one). In Emma, Emma never hated Mr. Knightley. In Northanger Abbey, Catherine certainly never hated Mr. Tilney. In Persuasion, Anne most certainly never hated Captain Wentworth. AND in Mansfield Park Fanny definitely never hated Edmund Bertram. Sorry to go all Austen-crazy on your ass... but I'm just setting the record straight. kthnx. :-P
Why does Jillian have to just be about making money, I saw today that she is now selling food, thats' right FOOD with ediets.com and her website is a site that you need to pay for. It is totally sickening.
Especially that there are free alternatives available that no one talks about like fitday.coma and fatsecret.com
That's the truth!