Yeah, laughable.

Last week seemed to be a disaster for sticking to my daily workout goal.  Everything that could come up to prevent it, did. 

But today, I managed to get in a workout.

So to speak.

I prefer to workout when the kids are asleep.  But going off of last week, doing that means no workout cause that's when all hell breaks loose.  So this morning I popped in a pilates tape and got in the floor.

Only to be attacked by my two year old and my cat. 

If I wasn't asking Jocelyn to move, I was shoving the cat off of me.  I somehow managed to get some of it done, and get a good sweat going. 

Just picture it, the part where I was trying to do one of the stomach moves, both legs in the air, a little girl on my stomach and a cat rubbing my head as if I'm covered in catnip.  Couldn't see the damn TV for nothing even though it's hanging on the wall...

Then there were the moments where I said screw you to the TV because there's no way in hell I can do that move.  This is when they really jumped on me.  Like I was saying 'come on girls, get on'. 

But hey, at least I managed to get a little sweaty.