Curse You Jillian Michaels

First I feel bad because I don't look like you, and probably never will. Then I feel bad, physically, because you're insane but provide a good workout. Then I feel bad because I've abandoned you and you stare at me with those crazy eyes, mocking me while I sit on the couch watching a movie instead of sweating like a pig while you tell me "just five more!" Five more? Crazy lady. Then I feel bad because I know if I keep suffering through it I'll look and feel loads better. So it's back to sweating in the living room while you say things like "don't take a break!" and "come on, really work here!" Argh, curse you Jillian Michaels!