Auntie Doy

A month old and already holding onto her binky for dear life. Let's cross our fingers that she escapes all of family weight issues. 

My brother and sister-in-law may want to start reading her my blog at bedtime.

Ellie Adams, my love!

Where's Waldo?

I have officially started to develop the chest of a female weight lifter.  I'll show you how you can tell.  Go ahead and look at my boobs and... oh, what's that? You can't find my boobs?   Yea! Now you know how to tell. Hahaha. I kept noticing the changes but it wasn't until I saw this picture that I was sure that my chest was just collateral damage.

Gettin' Crafty

11  that is the number of cookies that I had yesterday.
2    that is the number of slices of pineapple upside down cake I had on my way to get the cookies.

In my defense, I had a really sucky weekend.  Women+Stress=Calories.  

After yesterday, I needed to start today fresh.  I did work in 2 rounds of cardio yesterday to try and offset some of the damage but I think I only managed to burn about 4 cookies worth.  Mmmmm but they were good.  I am ultra on point today.  I packed nothing but the barebones of my meal plan.  No other swap outs.

This morning while I was making breakfast, I just wasn't feeling eggs.  Well, more specifically the taste of eggs.  I got a little crafty and splashed some cinnamon and vanilla extract in them.  Bam!  Kind of tasted like the gooey edges of french toast.  Then, I took a bite of my wheat bread and thought.... I bet you I can make a baked french toast and keep it true to my plan.  That is my goal for tonight.  I am going to play with some options and measurements and make some french toast for breakfast.  Wish me luck!!! 

Yawn

it's 12:11 a.m.,  Do you know where your gym shoes are?

I worked out this evening from 7-9, went home and hit the couch for some T.V. time. Now... back in the gym doing cardio. Am I crazy or dedicated?  I am not really sure at the moment.  All I know is that 40 minutes on the elliptical at midnight on a Friday is in fact as grueling as it sounds. Hey, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do! 

This new workout plan demands cardio everyday.  That's completely separate from my regular workout schedule. By separate, I mean it's on top of my regular workout.  I thought I didn't have the time for anything else before. Shew, now I have to squeeze this in. I suppose that I have two choices...do it or be satisfied knowing that I am only half-assing my plan. I've always said, go hard or go home, Right?

So, here I am.

I sure hope that I sleep well tonight!

Trapz don't lie...

My money makers, my most prized possession. Meet... my back muscles!

Of course you can't get a good look until halfway into the video. 

I always see all of these incredibly hot women with all of these awesome shots of their backs and muscles popping out all over the place.  I could not wait to be a part of  that club.  The other night when Xavy and I were training, he ran to go get his phone to take this little video to show me just how far along I have come. 

And just like that...

Like all other days, even a bad one has to come to an end.

Yesterday started off a little rough for me but by the time I hit the gym last night, I was back to normal, with a little extra "beast" on top.

We trained at Planet Fitness last night.  Just a change up.  It was a much needed change of environment and change of scenery.  Some times it is good to switch it up all together. The machines and set up was a little different then I was used to but we settled in just fine.  Planet Fitness has a much more rugged and raw vibe to it.  At least this location.  Because of the "rough around the edges" feel, it felt appropriate to train dirty!  Absolutely beastly!  Xavy and I were getting some dirty looks.  Well, one look wasn't dirty in a "that" kinda way.  When we were doing dumbbell row's some dude was looking down my top at my used-to-be boobs the whole time.  Hey, gotta flaunt them while I still have them, right? 

On leg extensions, I made my previous max of 160 look like I was kicking marshmallows. I was literally 1 plate from the end of the stack.  ONE!  When we were doing rows, Xavy looked up and down the rack and SETTLED on the very heaviest dumbbells that the gym owned. Leg press, oh you know we had to dust off the bottom of that stack too.  On legs, I am actually no longer that far behind Xavy now.  He of course blows me away on the last set but up until then, I can pretty much keep up.  (lugging this ass up and down steps for 15 years made my legs s-t-r-o-n-g as I don't know what.)  I can not wait until I shed some more of this weight,  There is still a layer of Totinos Pizza Rolls and some jars of Nutella on top but underneath that fat.... freaking bombshell!  I know it sounds a bit conceited but I can feel it.  I can see stuff poking out all over the place.

I feel much better today having turned my day around and making up for it.  I also have to thank everyone for encouraging me yesterday and reminding me that a little slip is just that, a little slip.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, but do I make this shirt look FANTASTIC?

My sleeves are feeling a wee bit tight these days!