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I have to admit I’m not as good as I thought I’d be about using my new Wii Fit.  I mean, I use it.  But not every day like I want to/should.  I NEED to be using it every day.  Plus, it’s annoying when you start it up and the little balance board guy says, “Hey!  Nice to see you… it’s been FOUR days!”

Of course, there is no opportunity to give it excuses.  Like “Hey!  I have FOUR kids!  And a husband!  And a dog!  And a cat!  And… and… and… I’m LAZY, okay?!?”

So, it’s a struggle.  Especially because I have to use it when the kids aren’t around to try to “help” me.  That means after bedtime, which is when I’m tired.  Or, before the kids wake up, which is when I’m tired.

I decided that earlier is the lesser of two evils and have been trying to get up around 5:20 or so to workout.  It kind of jump-starts my morning and then I don’t have it hanging over me for the rest of the day.

Last week (FOUR days ago) I woke up, dragged myself downstairs and started my workout.  Things were going pretty well and I was 20 minutes into my 30 minute routine when I turned glanced over my shoulder to find the cat PEEING all over the couch.  (Maybe that’s why it’s been four days… I’m still recovering.)

Oh, you didn’t know I had a cat?  Well, I do now.  I mean, again.  But, that’s a story for another blog.  Look for it soon:  The Cat That Won’t Go Away

Needless to say, I had to stop my workout to clean up the cat pee.  (Wondering, all the while who gave that cat a gallon of water to drink.)  In the background, my Wii Fit trainer is barking at me, “Hey!  Where’d you go?  Your muscles aren’t going to work themselves, you know!  Hello?  Are you there?”  I was tempted to aim the cat at him.

Maybe I should have picked the female trainer.  She would probably have been a little more understanding.  “Poor you,” she’d say.  “Another mess to clean up.  I commend you for being able to workout at all!”  (Yeah, right.)

Anyway, until we can figure out what’s wrong with the cat (’cause surely something is wrong with him – right?) I have confined him to a smaller, back room in the unfinished part of the basement.  Where there is no couch to pee on.

This morning I tried again.  It’s Monday!  The beginning of a new week!  The week I’m going to workout EVERY day and eat only small portions of what’s good for me!

At 5:20 a.m., I headed down to the basement, firmly shutting the door behind me, hoping to stave off any early waking children and our absolutely starving dog.

I did manage to get in an entire, uninterrupted, 30-minute workout.  Despite being banished to a separate room around the corner, however, the cat still managed to make for a less-than-pleasant workout.  I was just a few minutes into my Yoga routine when the abhorrent aroma of cat poo wafted through the air.  So strong was it, you’d have thought he’d managed to shoot it out of his room and across the basement to have it land at my feet.  But, no.  This cat just has a special talent for making especially aromatic poop.

As I said, I did manage to complete my workout, but it was quite a bit harder than usual, as I was having to hold my breath the entire time.  (Maybe that’s why I’m feeling a little faint this morning…)

Clearly, though, our cat does NOT like the Wii.