A bit annoyed with myself yesterday, really for knowing my husband better. I should know that he isn't going to get up early, or even just a bit late when he is adjusting to UK time zones. I should have brought my workout gear out of the bedroom and got my ass to the gym or out for a run. He got up at noon, by which time i wanted to do something with him, not exercise. But i'm trying not to beat my self up about missing a few workouts in these first two weeks of him being here. With the house stuff still to arrive, and his mum coming too, there is bound to be a few missed sessions.