A Hundred Year Shred

In Which I complain about Jillian Michaels

This post is brought to you by my almost-year anniversary of going to Planet Fitness. I know Planet Fitness is wicked, but I can’t afford a fancy gym and so far there have been no men in the lady’s room—we are not the kind of place that is fancy enough for that sort of thing. We are the backwater and the downtrodden, the sort of people who go to the gym…