Children Model OUR Behavior

Mom, can I make an omelet when we get home?

The time is just around 3 O’clock  Sunday afternoon.  This kid loves eggs.  Oh my goodness! To further persuade me, he goes on to say,

There’s protein in the egg.  I need my protein after my workout…

LMAO!!  How on earth can I say no to that?  Hahaha!

Omelet and tobasco

Here’s what’s left of his 3-egg omelet.  That red stuff is Tabasco Sauce, which he’s been eating since he was around 6!

On the weekend, B’Dazzle participates in a rigorous football conditioning camp. I like the program because the coaches push him beyond his limits. Like me, he doesn’t always realize his full athletic potential.

The camp is an intense hour of various drills sprinting, running ladders, crawling, pushing sleds, wrapping, and more.  I like it because there is no slacking, horse-play, or performing half-ass. Before the boys walk in the door, the bar is raised and they know exactly what type of performance is expected of them. Makes for a great work ethic.

In an hour’s time, the boys burn an enormous amount of calories! It is important to their growth and development that after practice, they fuel up and replace the calories burned. While my son is young with an active metabolism, I still stress, to him and to hubby, that he eats “good”  food instead of filling up on empty, high fat, and sugared calories. Even though I cringe, an occasional slurpee isn’t going to kill him.  I hope not! Lol!  Okay so you know, I had to sneak a peek!! Read More

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Culmination Day!

Yesterday I competed in the 2015 ANBF NATURAL GAMBLER’S CLASS II – WOMEN’S FIGURE competition.

The show was a culmination of months of hard work and dedication in the gym and in the kitchen.  Being my second show, I felt more confident and a bit more comfortable on stage.

I have a lot to say about the second go round, but this post shall stay short and sweet. In my next post, I will say more about the preparing for the show and my overall experience.

Today’s agenda involves nothing by staying in my PJ’s (all day), sipping on coffee (with cream and sugar), and just chillin’.

The results:

2015 ANBF NATURAL GAMBLER’S CLASS II – WOMEN’S FIGURE

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Women’s Figure Master’s 40+ – 1st Place
            (The only competitor) 😦  I like competition
Women’s Figure Open Overall – 3rd Place 🙂
Women’s Figure Open B – 2nd Place 🙂

Backstage side pose

Practicing my side pose backstage.  By the way, this is unedited… that smooth skin you see is all 49 years young and natural!  Lol!!

2nd place revised

2nd Place Women’s Figure Open B
* * * I was the OLDEST contestant! * * *  🙂

BACKSTAGE FRONT

Practicing back stage

backstage pumping up

Me and Anita

My dear friend and gym rat, AR!  AR helps me to accomplish my fitness goals!
She ROCKS!

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Selfie backstage with my daughter 🙂

back pump

Pumpin up the muscles back stage

Oh yeah and, by the way, yesterday I did earn my pro qualifier’s card!  Yay!!  🙂

Have a wonderful day and… please keep it movin’!   Smooches!


A Second Chance

Going to the gym and forgetting my purse is becoming a habit.  A bad habit. This morning I was so focused on getting to the gym that I did it again.

Five minutes away from the gym, I realized I did not have my purse, but I wasn’t about to return home.  That would have cut into my workout.  I would rather take my chances and get stop by the local police.  Slow your roll girl!  I made sure to follow the speed limit, especially in the 25 mph zones.

My day blew by!

Nearly two hours working mostly on my back and a little shoulder.  I have no idea why, but today a couple of folks wanted to stop and chat.  Me… Mrs. Chit Chat was trying to get through my workout.  Ear buds neatly tucked in, head boppin and all… it did not stop them from getting my attention.

One was a couple.  The guy age 65 (he told me), who looked every bit 10 years plus younger.  Nice body!  I could tell he knew what he was doing in the gym.  The girl… well… nice. Huge 80’s style hair, very thin, and bright eyes and pretty smile.   The gentleman complimented me on my physique.

Moving from the cable equipment to the back machines, a 50ish looking male with a solid body stops me… his white hair gave his age away.

“I’ve been watching you!  Your form is excellent! You are doing everything right!  Keep doing what you are doing kiddo!”

“Kiddo!”  Lol!  He has not idea I’m well over 40.  Love it! I thank him and go to put my ear buds back in.  He leans over to tell me that he is or was (I forget) a personal trainer for years.  It took me like 4 or 5 attempts before he finally stopped talking.   Although I did respond, I needed to get back to my workout.

Yes, I finally got through it.  I got home by noon, just in time to meet “Arnold” who runs a home cleaning service.  I need someone to clean my home.  I can’t do it anymore.. truthfully, I don’t want to do anymore, so I’m not. We were suppose to me to discuss my needs, prices, and availability.

I race in the door, quickly fix my post workout meal (oats & eggs) and wolf it down.  15 minutes later.  Where’s Arnold?

I can’t wait, I’ve got things to do. In 2 1/2 hours, I did Shoprite, Bed Bath & Beyond, BJ’s, Macy’s, and the dreaded Walmart.  Hold up…  I don’t hate Walmart, but there are certain times that you do not shop at Walmart in my area and I was in the heart of it. But since I have a busy week, I put my music in my ear and braved the madness.  Lol!

Once home, I cooked a big pot of chilly and prepped a pot of kale.  I called the nail salon. It was 3:45 p.m., the salon’s last appointment was 4:30.  I turned the chili on low and tell hubby to watch it.  It’s Sunday afternoon football; that was a dangerous move.  I was smart enough not to turn the kale on. I called him on my way home from the salon to turn the pot on.

I raced out the door 10 minutes later and got to the nail place at 4:16.  The best thing about driving on a Sunday afternoon is that, at least here in South Jersey, everybody is somewhere watching football.  The roads were clear.  Thank God!

nails

Yay I got my nails done!  Those sparkles on the black polish are still growing on me, but guess what.  This chica is #happy about getting my nails done today.

#100 Happy Days Challenge #Day 26

Question.  How do you not engage in conversation at they gym?  The social butterfly that I am, loves to chat; however, on most days, I need to skip the chatter.  Should I buy BIGGER headphones?  Any  tips?  Oh please do share.

Geez… do you know what time it is?  Oh gosh… it’s past my bed time.  I really must go.

I hope you had a great weekend.  I did.  B’Dazzle’s JV football team beat another team 36-0!  Sweet!  He did his job as nose guard very well.

Okay.. I’m going this time.  For real!  Lol!

Oh  wait… at 6:54 p.m. Arnold (the owner of the cleaning service) texts me the following:

Wow, I just remember(ed) now, supposed to be there noon time today, completely forgot.  It’s Arnold.  Apology, do you want me to go (come) another time?  Really sorry.

OMG!!  LOL!!  Arnold came highly recommended by a neighbor. Everyone makes mistakes.  I believe in second chances, so I did reschedule. If he forgets this time, it’s a wrap and I will move down my list of recommended cleaning companies.

Serious… Sweet dreams!  🙂


Small Things Matter Too!

Hubbie and I were on the road for most of today and arrived home just in time to take B’Dazzle to football practice.

While I did not make it to the gym today, I am super excited and happy about my post workout vibes (soreness) from Monday and Tuesday!

Ha! Ha! Who is happy about being sore? Me and other gym junkies! Feeling the “growing pains” means that I worked the muscles well and pushed to failure. My little guns won’t grow unless I push hard.

So what put a big cheesy smile on my face today?

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My rear profile! This guy stopped me in the gym yesterday and told me that my back was “Sick as F***!”  OMG! Yes, that was a compliment.  Lol!!

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The definition in my triceps! #100HappyDays Day #2

My triceps are so sore! When I workout with my friend AR, sore muscles are guaranteed, however, working alone is more challenging. Although my journey began almost a year ago, I have only been weight training solo for three months.

Most days she is not with me in the gym, so my focus is on technique, on form, getting the movement right, and performing each exercise to failure. Then, eat, rest, and repeat the next day.

Sometimes it is the little things that bring about the most joy. Happiness doesn’t require large amounts of money, or other expensive tangibles.  I think it’s simple.

Look for the small moments in each day that make you smile from ear to ear and that is where you’ll find a piece of happiness. :0)

Sore triceps and achy abs means I did ay-ok, so this chica is HAPPY!

I hope you had a great day!  :0)