
I'm not a fast-food eater and I am an active exerciser, but I certainly did wonder how many of the calisthenicsJillian Michaels was demanding of this family facing dire health conditions that I could do. I know I can hammer out a lot of squats. And even though I despise them, I can crank out a good number of lunges. I've been working on crunches, making slow and steady progress on my core.
But the move I am pretty sure would get a failing grade with a yelly celebrity trainer is the dreaded push-up.
My hope has always been that all these years of hauling a wiggly child, 42 bags of groceries, a laptop, overstuffed purse, and three cell phones up four flights of stairs would result in astounding upper body strength. Alas, the cruel reality is that everyday mama-work does not yield the guns that other strength training does.
I dropped to the floor during a commercial break just to see how many push-ups I could do. The answer was ten. To be honest, it was more than I thought I would be able to do. And to be even more honest, I could have tried harder. But I was ready to give up when I hit double digits and didn't feel the need to push myself to do more push-ups. Especially since all it really took to ease the guilt about my weak muscles and lack of upper body-building ambition was to simply change the channel.
Obviously, I am not going to judge you, so be honest: How many push-ups could you drop and give Jillian Michaels right now?
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