Today is arm day.
I love mornings. Even before having a baby who would start his day at oh, say, 5 or 6am, I liked to get up early. And dear me, I love a leisurely breakfast. It’s probably been said too many times, but mornings just taste of possibility. Often, I go to bed sooner than I might need to because I’m excited for the morning to come, and with it, breakfast.
Our mornings these days definitely have three stages, with 2-3 breakfasts. I’m in heaven. I’m going to jump right into Part 3 with you today.
After we eat the ‘main course,’ we usually wander over to the living room. Today my son wanted to hear my husband play the banjo.
After running around, and multiple requests for Kermit’s rainbow song, Munchie (my son), heads back to the playroom/toddler-friendly-dining-room for second breakfast. Today he wanted bunny crackers.
And we made toast together for the first time. Wish you could have seen his surprise when the toast popped! back out of the toaster. I love how exciting and new everything is for a toddler. Also I find if I let him guide the process of choosing what he eats, and making it, he’s waaay more likely to eat without fuss. That’s a good thing!
Me, I mix up my protein shake while my husband showers and gets ready for work.
I’ve come to adore the taste and texture and standards of the Bodylogix whey. I chill a glass the night before.
Add a little chemex-made coffee and some ice cubes.
And then enjoy the frothy, frosty, chocolatey delight.
Then we get ready to go, all the essentials in hand:
Then we drop daddy off at work and head to the gym. Munchie LOVES going. So do I.
Here’s today’s workout, provided by my awesome coach. As you can see, or not see since my writing is like chicken-scratch, it’s ALL ARMS.
I love working my shoulders. I feel awesome doing Arnold presses. But blech to bicep work.
I did have my sights on some sort of fitness competition, but as I’m home with my son, and in moving we lost a lot of our supplementary gigs, which for me included teaching fitness classes and nannying, we’ve had to cut back. I still would love to compete, but for now I can’t plan for it financially.
Right now, my arms are still small, but definitely got some muscles popping:
Then I pick up my son, and it’s time for next breakfast. He pretty much carbs it up with chocolate milk, applesauce, and crackers, while we watch people working out below us. It’s a special time we share, chatting about toddler things. He’s actually really insightful, and frankly, hilarious.
I never thought I’d be home with a son, but right now I can’t think of anything better for my life. How little we know ourselves, huh?
What are your mornings like? Are they long and leisurely? Or a blustery affair?
And do you take anything pre-workout? Do you work your arms separately?
Xo
