I got it!!!

My UK passport arrived today! Whew. Now all my vital documents are back safe and sound with me. Hooray!

When I got home from work today, I didn't feel like doing any step aerobics, so I opted for Ultimate Fat Burning Workout. I just finished it and I am in a lather of sweat. I haven't worked out for three days and it felt good to get moving again, but also awkward. I was over half an hour into the workout before the endorphins really started kicking in and I started getting mean with it. But  I did my set of push-ups in intermediate (girl-style) position rather than on toes.

Let this be a warning to you, people. You only have to miss a few workouts and you start to feel it. I tell you I did not want to do any workout. I rationalised all the walk home about how I ought to celebrate getting my passport by not working out--maybe even by buying a cake and a bottle of sparkling wine. I know that while the family are here I won't really get the chance for another workout until 30th of July. What am I crazy, that I would miss the last opportunity to work out for the next 11 days?! So when I got home, I put on my workout clothes. Still didn't want to do it. Ditched the planned workout and stood and stared at my shelf full of exercise DVDs. I wanted to do yoga, but I  haven't done a sweaty cardio in so long, I knew I needed it. I looked at friendly lovely Jari Love's weight-lifting workouts, thinking, 'They get my heartrate up.' I was just avoiding the cardio workouts, though. That stupid childish inner voice was wheedling its way out of doing what I need most to do--get my heartrate way up, breath hard and sweat my way through some tough cardio. (Tough by my standards at least.) I chose the only cardio workout  on my shelf with no step and no jumping up and down and I got in there and I did it, using 3kg dumbbells!

So anyway, I'm glad I did it, I'm drenched, and tonight DH and I are going to do a bit of blitz of sweeping and tidying in preparation for the arrival of my family tomorrow.

Bye for now!