this week i did next to nothing.  i blame hubby.  tuesday morning, he dragged me out of bed at 03:15 to take him to the airport at 04:00.  by the time i got back home, i just wanted to crawl into bed.  so i did.  and i tossed and turned until the alarm went off and was miserable the rest of the day.  the rest of the week, i really did try to get up at 06:00 but between not being able to sleep when hubby’s not here and not having him to pry me out of bed… it was a lost cause.  here’s my wholly unimpressive week of morning exercise: