But she can’t make me dinner. That pretty much sums up my reaction to June’s Jillian Michaels’ Making the Cut experiment.
I have weird taste. I admit that. But tastes issues aside, her food plan sucked. Problemo numero uno: the insanely low daily calorie allotment. She expected me to not only wake up every morning and take care of my house and kids but to work out on my BMR: a measly 1300 calories a day. Even refugee camps provide 1800.
Secondly, I don’t know if I buy her whole “oxidation type” theory. I (kinda) get the science behind it but just because something sounds scientifically correct doesn’t make it so. There are a lot of variables in metabolism and upping my carb intake by a lot didn’t help my weight or my muscle at all.
Third, the food tasted terrible. Not to mention the overabundance of mercury-contaminated large fish (one day in my menu plan called for 6 oz. of swordfish followed up the next day with the same – the FDA recommends avoiding swordfish altogether as it is one of the most heavily contaminated fish in the ocean.)
Fourth, she came from a totally California rich girl mentality where organic produce grows on trees (hee!) and tempeh is at the corner gas station.
This part was obviously Jillian’s field of expertise. She provided two new workouts per week, each repeated twice. The exercises were varied and worked out the entire body. She relied mostly on tried-and-true body builder standards like the squat and the bench press but added in some novelties I’d never tried before.
At first I thought her workouts were too easy until you guys pointed out to me that I could do them twice in a row. Once the Gym Buddies and I did that, we consistently got our butts kicked. Although I had to up all her recommended weights, speeds and inclines.
The one thing I didn’t like, and I know I’m being nit picky here, was that her exercise program felt a little bit “old school” and not in a good way. Her reliance on the Swiss ball and push-pull technique were all very hot a few years ago but have since been relegated to the what-were-we-thinking bin. It was only after I looked back at the copyright date that I realized the book actually is several years old. So it was probably cutting edge… when it came out. (So don’t ask me why they are marketing it like it’s new now.)
Weight: +9 FREAKING pounds (but we’ve already discussed that that was probably due to the over training and not to Ms. Michaels)
Body fat: +2% (sigh)
Measurements (ready for some weirdness?)
Waist: -1/2 inch (after gaining 9 lbs???)
Arm: +3/4 inch – goooooo biceps!
Hips: +1.5 inches
Butt: +1 inch (which I admit that I kind of like. I don’t have much of a butt usually)
Thigh: +1.25 inches
Gym Buddy Allison’s weight and measurements stayed constant.
There was nothing really exciting or earth shattering in here. The strength of the book lies in Ms. Michaels’ considerable charisma. I loved her honesty about how hard she and other H’wood types work for their physiques. I loved her no-nonsense no-coddling here tone. And, since I now own the book, I will probably continue to use some of her workouts (slightly adapted, natch) to break up my routine. But the food plan – blech. And I have to say that I will NOT miss her smirk on her cover photo. Seriously, after a few days I started turning it over just so she’d stop looking at me like that.
I know a bunch of you tried this one with me – what were your thoughts? Results? Anyone end up with Jillian’s abs??