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So for my 30th birthday, my work dad got me a mint plant.

A hearty, full one.

And that whole day people came into my office commented on how they had mint in their yard and “how easily it took off and grew.”

Um yeah, about that.

I took the mint home and

proceeded to kill it in a matter of weeks.

I’m hopeless.

So he pulled some out of his wife’s garden and got me a small sprig started again so I could get it to root and then plant.

Only it was dead by the weekend.

I’m striking out guys.

Here’s my last attempt:

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Look how healthy this looks, right!?

I am going to keep it here at work for awhile in hopes this is a perfect spot and will allow it to get even fuller.

It’s totally got to be the location killing my mint and not me…

(HELP!)

Sometimes? I’m a terrible dishwasher loader.
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And it really makes me question my overall organizational skills.

I mean, sometimes there are days when the bowls and cups are perfectly aligned and fit nicely.

The silverware is all facing the same direction and allocated correctly, and the bottom rack? Is not an afterthought.

Dishes are carefully placed in each section.

And it makes sense.

I find my days go splendidly when this happens.

Except?

Most of the time that never happens.

And the bottom rack?

ALWAYS an afterthought.

It’s like I play a game of “how many dishes can I cram into the bottom so absolutely everything in the sink fits into the washer?”

And, as I’m sure you guessed, I always win this game because it’s not about order.

It’s about squeezing.every.last.dish.in.

Duh.

My hair stylist’s husband plays NFL football
Um, how cool is that, right?

She comes home every few weeks to keep with her clients, and I have an appointment this week!

I always love our appointments because she always has such fun stories about all their adventures, and the Christmas presents some of the big players get for their fellow teammates, and their unique outings and get togethers.

It always inspires me to want to do something fun myself.

Sure, I may not have a movie debut watch party with all sorts of glitz and glam, but I can totally have a movie night with all sorts of sweat pants and healthy snacks.

It’s totally the same…right?

And if you’re lucky? I’ll even wear my good sweatpants.

Yes, there is such a thing.

So remember earlier this week when P was totally down on a purple smoky eye?

I was out to prove her wrong.

Check this out.
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Totally doable, and not too shabby if I do say so myself!

Not even a hint of go-go dancer-ness.

Um, please say you agree.

So here’s a fun fact you wish you never knew-

If you walk into my office to talk to me? Chances are I’m not wearing any shoes

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Pretty much from the moment I get in, until the moment I leave, if I’m behind my desk? I’m not wearing shoes.

Obviously when I have to get up to do my usual rounds or go to the break room, meetings, etc. I’m donning my heels, but for the rest of the day?

Forget about it.

PS- Like my tennis shoes, too? I wear those when I go walking around the building.

Any randomness you care to share?

Weekend Recap & Look Ahead

Hello friends!

I hope you are having a wonderful weekend!

Mine has been great, and has me even more excited for the weekends ahead.

But I suppose I should not get ahead of myself!

Friday afternoon started with such a treat.

P and I met for lunch!

We were able to find the perfect spot that’s close to halfway from both our offices, and not only that, but the spot is beautiful!
The park!

The park!

Lunch at The park!

The park!

We brown bagged it and sat on a park bench and chatted. I can’t wait to go again soon, especially as the leaves start to change.

Girls lunch

The rest of the afternoon went quick after having such a nice pick-me-up.

We tried another life group last night, so that was fun. I liked this group and was blessed by the Bible study and fellowship. It was definitely a good night.

As soon as Will and I got in the car we decided to talk about the two we visited so we could determine which way we were leaning.

So as not to influence the other person, we counted to three and said the group we were leaning toward.

And as luck would have it (ha), they were not the same.

Of course!

So prayers God leads us to the right one.

Saturday was such a nice day.

Will worked in the morning, so I hit the gym early and got five pounds closer to my leg press goal, so that was exciting!

I did a circuit and was totally soaked by the time I was finished.

Glamorous.

I will share it soon so you can be soaked too! Ha

Afterward, I did a little light cleaning around the house, got ready, and went to see my two favorite girls!

The three of us had breakfast at The Red Cup, a fun little hipster spot in OKC. Not only that, but they’re very vegetarian friendly!

We found a little corner to set up shop, and P sipped coffee while I had one of their green teas.

She and Layla shared granola (which looked so good!), and I had cinnamon oatmeal with soy milk.

Breakfast

We sat, ate, chatted, and had a nice time. We also decided we need to make breakfast a more frequent affair, especially as Will’s fantasy football fun starts up again and I become a football widow (I can’t believe it’s already that time!).

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My favorite tiny one

Afterward, we hung out a little longer. Here’s a short clip from our fun at the house. Um, how freaking adorable is my niece?

After that, Will was home!

He mowed the lawn while I did some stuff around the house, and then holed up in the living room and had a relaxing evening. We watched the MMA fight on TV and didn’t do a whole lot!

Today was church, and I have to tell you how hugely blessed I have been from this series on Elijah.

If you have a few hours throughout the week, be it in your car, getting ready in the morning, or at the gym- check this series out.
You can even download a podcast too.

There are three series out of four on there now. Definitely check it out, you won’t be sorry.

Chest, triceps, and shoulder work is done, food prep is underway, and now it’s on to the pile of laundry waiting for me. smile

Here’s a peek at what I’ll be sharing this week:

-Mary Kay Monday continues! This week is all about softer, smoother skin
-Why those sit-ups aren’t working
-Ipsy-Birchbox Review

and more.

Check in tomorrow. I look forward to our chats!

Thursday Amaze(balls)ment

It’s been a crazy week, and I feel as though I’ve been going full speed ahead without a moment to catch my breath.

Which is funny, especially when you read tomorrow’s post.

(Spoiler alert: It is about me getting a speeding ticket!)

Um, I’ve been trying to slow down yet it seems like this week has been against me and is all about going full bore, full steam ahead!

Here are a few random bits of fun I want to share with you today!

Mainly because Thursdays are usually my “free posting” day, where I don’t really structure it and just do whatever I want.

And usually don’t write until the day of, either.

Brilliant!

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Hey, perhaps I do my best work under pressure?

Probably not.

Anyway-

1. The last few weeks Will and I have been trying to connect with a Life Group

A Life Group is basically like a Sunday school but much more relaxed. They meet at various times and usually at people’s houses.

We’ve been going to Life Church for a long time now but haven’t really taken that next step, though we’ve needed to.

We tried our first one last week, and can I tell you something funny?

It sort of felt like a blind date.

I put on better perfume than normal, and Will wore cologne.

I wore my favorite makeup colors, and we both freshened up before we left…

Wasn’t I just talking about inner beauty last week?
Sheesh.

But seriously- it was like we were trying out a new couple friend to see if we would be compatible.

Perhaps you’ve done something similar?

Probably not.

Because that’s just crazy talk.

But it’s true. We totally put on the ritz.

Anyway, the group was so nice and welcoming.

We are trying another one tomorrow, and can I be honest? I’m not thrilled about going to a group that meets on Fridays. However, I’m going in with an open mind!

But seriously. The Fridays thing.

Does that mean they’re older and don’t care about a nice Friday night out anymore?

Closer to our age, which means perhaps we should not care about a nice Friday out anymore?

Or maybe they’re like way younger?

Kids are invited so maybe these are the young 20 something’s that have kids and find Friday nights work great so they can get out of the house for an hour without having to frantically search Care.com for a legitimate babysitter.

And not the 53 year old that smelled like kitty litter and wore that creepy cat sweater like the one they had last week.

Hmm, it’s a toss up. All I know is- I’m way too old to try to be young and cool again.

I’m an old soul.

Correction.

I’m just old.

Case in point: It’s 90 degrees out and I’m huddled up in my office wearing a sweater.

And 2. I just can’t get on this whole “amazeballs” wagon.

Is this a real thing now? Like the new awesome? Why can’t I grasp this expression in all its “cool” glory?

I just can’t…

Gosh I’m old.

2. Enough about that. Let’s talk about this week’s big accomplishment instead.

Dealing with Ritz crackers.

I typically can’t keep them in my house.

Um, I’ve known this since the beginning of time.

But lately, I’ve been totally mature around them- for Will’s sake (he’s the one that eats them). He went through an entire box without me mauling a single roll.

And then I bought another box two weeks ago.

And this time?

Not as lucky.

I can’t be sure, but I’m pretty sure I’ve eaten an entire roll throughout the last 2 weeks- which, by the way, should be praised and applauded.

Take a look- two full rows remain, and most of the third.

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Two weeks later!

Thank you very much!

Now that?

That is amazeballs, assuming I was into that word, or course.

Because everyone knows the second you open up a roll they’re inevitably going to be eaten in a single setting.

Oh- and speaking of- did you know Ritz sells mini boxes now!?

Genius!

They’re the same amount of crackers as in a normal size box, but they break up the rolls into 8 instead of 4.

Much better if you’re going to indulge a bit.

3. Boot camps have sort of stalled out this week because of rain.

I typically take 2 days off a week, so I took Monday and Tuesday since it was a downpour, and worked out at the house Wednesday and Thursday.

My dad hit the gym, and Will?

Sweet Will slept.

God love him.

I have a new workout for you guys that I hope to post soon! It was rough and definitely worth sharing!

4.I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to get super pumped for fall.

Can you believe we’re already halfway through August!?

Just typing that sends glee throughout my entire being. I am so excited for football season and all my favorite things. I am so so excited about this fall and winter.

Plus Layla will be so much more fun this year. She was still fairly young and boring last Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. This year should be so much more fun.

Hmm… I wonder if I can talk P into dressing her up as Dorothy and making Boz Toto?

Again- perfect example of something that would be considered “amazeballs...”

But I just can’t get there.

5. Speaking of fall, can I also tell you how excited I am to have Fall Primetime TV back in my life?

I like to think Will and I aren’t huge TV watchers, but we definitely do have several shows we like to DVR. However during the summer we sort of sputter out and fall into a TV watching rut.

I cannot even tell you how many reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond we’ve watched on TV land.

Oh my, we’re old.

That? Is not amaze… Well- you know.

Let’s not tell our new couple friends Life Group we’re this boring, yes?

More to come!

We Made You a Treat

I have a treat for you guys today!

An adventure of homemade goodness courtesy of me and P!

Now that P’s a big working girl, she’s finding the importance of snacking during the day to stay alert. She bought some Lara Bars last week and thought she could probably make her own cheaper.

Which proved to be true!

They turned out pretty darn good and so I wanted to share our recipe and our fun!

This video cracks me up.

Did you notice how sleepy Layla was in the first half? P had to put her down for a nap while I food processed. I hope she will make an appearance in our next video and will be more awake!


So here’s a recap!

We made two batches, one with peanuts and one with cashews.

Here’s what we used for the B&P Peanut Bars smile:
-1 Cup, Dates
-1 1/2 Cups, Peanuts
-1 tsp, Vanilla

And Here’s what we used for the B&P Cashew Bars:
-1 Cups, Dates
-1 1/2 Cups, Cashews
-1 tsp, Coconut Extract

That’s it!

Here’s what we did:

It’s really hard, guys- so pay attention.

1.  Dump everything in your food processor and mix together until everything forms a sticky “paste.”
2. Press into a small pan (we used an 8x8) and freeze or refrigerate to firm before slicing.
3. Wrap the bars in foil! Yay!

Each batch made between 8-10 bars (depending on the pan we used).

You may want to double the recipe.

Because they do not last very long.

So I have a fun idea, and hopefully you will think it is too.

Some of you have watched P grow up on this blog. Heck- she was in middle school when I started this thing, and now she’s through high school, a move to Dubai, a move to Chicago, finishing her undergrad, and with a one year old!

Crazy!

I’m thinking it would be fun to do a Q&A session with me and P in a week or two on the blog. What do you think?

Post any questions you have for her, me, or us in the comments below, or email me at blove at theblovelife.com, and we will answer them this month!

Mary Kay Monday!

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Hi Pretties!

Another Mary Kay Monday underway. Last week I shared the power of the Even Essence Complexion mask.

This week is all about some of my favorite Mary Kay makeup products.

Let’s start with the obvious.

Pink lipstick.

I know! So very unexpected!

Ha.

I have a couple Mary Kay lip stick favorites, but I don’t want to overwhelm you (not today, anyway. smile).

Today we’re talking about Mary Kay Signature creme lip color in Pink Satin.

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I mentioned awhile back I have been a lip gloss girl most of my life.

(and PS- I seriously LOVE Mary Kay’s lip glosses)

However, over the last year I’ve started wearing a lot more lipstick, especially Mary Kay.

It lasts, stays put, doesn’t feather, and keeps moisture locked in.

This pink satin is such a beautiful color, too. It has a tiny touch of subtle shimmer, and is such a rich, pink color.

It isn’t overbearing like you’re getting ready to showcase yourself at the circus, but also isn’t so light you feel like nothing is on.

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In the words of Goldilocks, the amount of color Pink Satin gives is juuussst right.

Sorry.

Been reading a few too many books to Layla.

If all that wasn’t enough- I have more for you!

Mary Kay® Creme Lipstick is enhanced with nourishing vitamin E and a vitamin C derivative to help defend against wrinkle-causing free radicals and everyday environmental stress.

AND

The Mary Kay Pink Satin color won the Essence Readers’ Choice Beauty award in 2011!

Um, obviously.

Because it’s gorgeous.

I realize there are lots of pink lipsticks out there, and I’m sure I would love 75% of them, but today is called Mary Kay Monday for a reason!

I’ve used their products for years and I at least know when I buy this pink lipstick, I’m going to love it every single time.

Which leads me to another Mary Kay Love. Their highlighter!

I’ve mentioned many times that I just can’t be mature around glittery makeup.

The inner five year old in me wants to play tea party princess and get all tarted up in gaudy jewelry and fancy dresses and ridiculous amounts of “fairy dust.”

And yes, I’m 30.

The truth is, sparkly stuff is just freaking amazing.

I can’t control the truth guys.

Anyway, I have to be careful about my sparkly purchases these days.

There are heaps of super amazing highlighters on the market right now that I would LOVE to try.

Because I think they’re probably freaking GORGEOUS, and in all honesty, maybe even better than my Mary Kay highlighter.

However, I have to pull back the throttle a little and remind myself I just can’t buy that crap.

I’m a sparkle abuser.

It’s true.

If I let myself buy some of the creams or liquids on the market this would happen. No lie:

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Stopping people right in their tracks- and in the worst way possible.

“Is she sweating excessively?”

“Is she an alien!?

“Look, mom! A real life fairy!”

So yeah… not ideal.

And that’s why this Mary Kay highlighter is ACE.

It is a powder, which is much more manageable for a glitter freak like me. And it also comes in two forms:

Pink porcelain is matte
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And pink stardust has a subtle shimmer

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I think they’re beautiful (um, because they are!), but here are a few more fun facts courtesy of MaryKay.com:

Mineral Highlighters are Designed to illuminate the skin for a more radiant tone, this mineral-based formula adds natural highlights and brightens the complexion.

Key Ingredients
Vitamins A, C and E help protect against wrinkle-causing free radicals.
Minerals which occur naturally in the earth. They have a lightweight texture and provide luminosity and radiance to the skin. All minerals found in nature undergo extensive purification and processing before they are incorporated into a cosmetic product.

All good things in my book.

Here’s the finished product, lipstick, highlighter and all.

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Definitely some of my favorite Mary Kay products.

Hope you had fun playing makeup with me today! If you’re interested in any of the products, just give me a shout.

Tune in tomorrow for fun with me and P!

The Hidden Person of the Heart

Oh my. This happened.

That picture?

It’s me.

And I can’t believe I led with it.

Because, let’s be honest. It’s horrid.

No, there were not two Christmas trees in the picture.

There’s only one

And no, the tree is not the one wearing the fluffy velvet 90s dress.

Oh- and by the way, there are waaay more pictures, just as bad as this one.

I had a good 2-3 years or so of total fugliness (haha, yes! I said it. Fugliness. That word is awful. Please don’t let me say it again), and more if you count my bad hair and fashion choices in part of junior high.

Yikes.

I posted this picture today because I’m sure many of us (please dear God empathize with me here!) have a few pictures, or even a period in our lives when we totally cringe looking back.

Can we all please take a moment to cringe?

Okay, I feel a little better.

Upon seeing this, I also had to remind myself that I’m not that girl anymore.

I know I’m predisposed to weight gain if I don’t work out and eat right- but it doesn’t define my outward appearance.

Your type does not define you!

Being a girl can be so darn hard sometimes! Am I right?

And what’s funny is that you think it gets easier as you get older, and the truth is?

Although in some ways it does, in others it doesn’t.

I still look at my flaws each morning. The deepening lines under my eyes, my pale skin, and cellulite, and there are days when I just don’t feel all that beautiful.

Are you feeling me?

I know I’m not the only one out there.

However, I will say there is a little silver lining (??) in what I see these days compared to those of my younger years.

I see so much more when I look at myself now. 

I have begun to understand all that crap our parents, youth pastors, and mentors told us all our lives- beauty happens on the inside.

Oh no! She’s drinking the Kool-Aid!

It sounds like such stupid, meaningless, fluff when you’re a teenager, right?

“Gee mom, thanks for telling me not to worry about the GIGANTIC zit on my chin today since I’m pretty on the inside!”

Haha

But the truth is, they all meant well- because they knew something many of us wouldn’t freaking figure out until well into our lives:

Inner beauty counts.

So yeah, outward beauty is great, but there really is some credence to that inner beauty crap they told us too.

Why did it take me so long to actually believe some of that stuff?! I could have saved myself a lot of trouble.

Thankfully (??), I’ve been the “nice girl” my entire life, so I avoided a lot of criticality and teasing (um… thank GOD! I totally just spent the last five minutes teasing myself! I was such fair game, I’m surprised people didn’t pounce back then).

However, I definitely knew I was not “pretty” (whatever that means) like some of the girls in my class. And let’s be real- I was totally chubby too! And I remember that hurting me back then, especially during a time when kids were so mean and I saw other peers suffer from such teasing!

So here’s some divulging deep into my heart.

Yikes!

I remember many, many years ago… I was in late grade school, and something got me especially bothered about my poofy hair, distinctive nose, and serious chubbiness. I don’t recall what happened, but I definitely remember being very upset.

I remember lying in bed that night, crying so very hard (you know the tears- the kind when snot bubbles are coming out of your nose and you’re having a hard time catching your breath).  Clear as day, I remember praying to God that he would make me beautiful. I totally remember that prayer. I remember just being in bed praying it over and over again.

Ugh, how heartbreaking, right?

And it’s not heartbreaking because it’s my story, but it’s simply heart breaking because it’s probably a lot of girl’s stories over the years.

I remember going to sleep, hopeful that perhaps I would wake up looking like this:

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Um, yeah.. except I woke up looking like this.

Oh my. This happened.

Sigh.

I was probably wearing that stupid green velvet dress too!

What was my mom thinking!?

Do you ever wish your current self could talk to your old self!?

How great would that have been, right?

I would have been all, “Listen up- it’s going to be okay. Turns out you’re going to end up just fine!”

And then begin to go on a barrage of the fun stuff that will happen in her life and how, whether she wants to believe it or not, she eventually gives up chicken strips and pepperoni pizza. FOREVER.

Yes, young Brittny, it’s true.

Most of all, though, I really wish I could have told her that all that stuff on the outside? Yeah, it makes us feel good when we look good, and I totally want young Brittny to feel good and confident in her skin, but most importantly I would have told her to focus her energy on taking care of her inside too.

Because, at the end of the day, outward beauty eventually goes away, but a beautiful core? A tender and sincere heart? That stays with you forever.

I would have told her to focus those prayers for outward beauty on inward beauty instead.

“Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.” (Proverbs 31:30)

And heck, I need to remind myself the exact same thing each day!

I so want a beautiful, pure heart that seeks God and exemplifies all He is in my life. I want my inner core to be the “super model” of my life.

I’ve obviously come to grips that I will never be the most beautiful woman outwardly.

I still have that distinctive nose, I will battle chubbiness due to genetics if I’m not eating right and exercising, wrinkles will still develop no matter how hard I fight it, and I’ve given up on the cellulite, but at the end of the day?

I just want to be beautiful in His sight. I know I have a long way to go, but that has been my heart’s new prayer.

Just like we can’t really hide the not so glamorous pics of our past, we can’t change where we’ve been. I don’t know about you, but I sure that were true! However, I know that I have a God that can make all things beautiful regardless, so long as we willingly place ourselves in His capable hands, and that is what I hold onto.

Prayers that you will find the beauty in yourself too.

Do not let your adornment be merely outward—arranging the hair, wearing gold, or putting on fine apparel—rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the incorruptible beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God. (I Peter 3:3-4 NKJV)

Feeling so Lucky, I Might Just Buy a Lottery Ticket

Happy Friday friends!

I have a fun story to share with you today all about this book:

Bought this used book on amazon and not only was it autographed, but it was inscribed to WILL!! Too crazy.

I’m sure I will do review for you guys later.

My sweet Will is thinking more about his health these days.

You may remember his recent crazy diet (which didn’t last long.)

However, he recently got a wellness exam, and I think it was a good wakeup call for him to begin taking his health more seriously. And I am proud of him for it!

He’s made some minor changes, and even agreed to start working out with me!

(and I can’t wait to post about that fun)

I mentioned these changes to my “work dad” the other day, and he thought Will might be interested in reading The All Pro Diet, written by successfull football player Tony Gonzalez.

He also knows how crazy Will is about football, and figured it wouldn’t hurt to buy a used copy on Amazon in hopes maybe he’d actually thumb through it.

And so he did just that.

He blindly bought a used copy on Amazon. It was listed as being in “like new” condition, but that was the only detail provided.

A few days later, the book arrived.

As he did a quick sweep to make sure it was in fact in good condition, he noticed it was autographed!

Bought this used book on amazon and not only was it autographed, but it was inscribed to WILL!! Too crazy.

Wow, how cool is that!?

But it was the next part that totally freaked him out.

Look who it is inscribed to!

Bought this used book on amazon and not only was it autographed, but it was inscribed to WILL!! Too crazy.

TO WILL!

WHAT ARE THE FREAKING ODDS OF THAT HAPPENING!?

No seriously, what are they?

We had such a good laugh about it when he gave it to me to give to Will. We joked that some chick probably gave it to her boyfriend, “Will,” as a hint to lose weight, and when they broke up he sold it on Amazon.

We even did some googling, and the signature looks to be authentic. So cool!

Too funny.

So yeah-

Work dad buys used health book for my husband,

finds out it’s autographed,

and not only that, personally inscribed to a guy named Will!

Ha!

Will thought it was crazy, too. I told him that meant he had to read it.

He just sort of laughed about that.

The good news is that it will certainly not go to waste, as I intend to read it myself and glean some useful information. From what I understand, Tony Gonzalez is big into a plant based diet, coupled with free-range, homone free meats.  I guess I will find out what he advocates soon enough, and perhaps see if I would recommend the book for any of you to buy for your husbands, too!

Heck, if you husband’s name is Will, I might even be able to score you a personalized copy! wink

Bought this used book on amazon and not only was it autographed, but it was inscribed to WILL!! Too crazy.

More to come!

Thursday Confessions

I often stare blankly and glaze over when people talk about directions to places I should know.

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After all, I’ve lived in OKC for five years now. Obviously I should be familiar with this place!

Yeah… about that…

I’m totally spatially challenged.

Eventually I play along and nod my head like I absolutely know what they’re talking about (um, not to make them feel weird, or me look stupid) when in reality, I’m so lost.

I can’t spell bureaucracy most of the time.

Initiative gets me sometimes too. 

And regimen.

It gets me every time.

I have no idea why.

And thank God not being able to spell initiative does not mean I can’t have any. Oh boy!

I still don’t have a Pinterest.

I’ve got everything else, but that.

And I have enough.

I have more than enough.

Based on what I know of all the wonder and shininess of Pinterest,

I can tell you I would quickly become a total addict.

I would be out of control.

People would come into my office and be all, “Where’s Brittny?”

And I would be in the corner bathroom stall sitting on the top of the toilet, phone in hand, trying to just.get.one.more.hit.

Yeah… so no Pinterest.

I eat a ridiculous amount of bananas each week.

Like, I probably average 1 ½ a day.

This is true.

Back when I limited almost all fruit, bananas were the devil, which is pure crazy talk.

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Clearly I’m simply making up for lost time.

Speaking of eating, I have a serious weakness for Chocolate Digestives.

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And when I say weakness, I really mean that if I ever happen to find a pack, I eat the entire roll.

In one sitting.

Occasionally with peanut butter.

I haven’t had any in about a year, so I was thinking the other day I might be due for a cheat meal.

Pass the peanut butter.

And a banana.

Anything you need to get off your chest?

Work it Out Wednesday: Tone Those Triceps!

Perhaps this has happened to you.

You’re meeting someone for the first time, and as you go to shake their hand, you are catapulted into a mixed martial arts type move, in which you feel as though your entire arm may, just may, be turned upside down.

Your elbow is facing outward, and you’re pretty sure you have permanent nerve damage.

Yet all you can think of (um, aside from the fact that you might have an upside down arm!) is not the pain.

No, no.

All you find yourself thinking about is the fact that your freaking arm is flapping about like a flag on the 4th of July.

Flappy arm syndrome at its worst.

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Source: Science.ph

What is it about people’s gripping handshakes that make it so evident?

And not only that, but as an aside, why do the people with the most violent handshakes also want to hold onto your hand for the longest.amount.of.time.EVER!?

I never understand!

Flappy arm syndrome victimization.

It happens to the best of us, but you no longer have to suffer from the awkward, embarrassing moments of having the back of your arm wag like the tail of a large, hyper, Labrador retriever.

Because today we’re talking cures.

It’s time to tighten those triceps baby! Let’s flip the flappage!

Yes, I really did just say that.

Triceps seem to be a trouble spot for many women.  In fact, anytime I have been approached by someone at the gym, that is the body part they ask about.

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Source: lucilleroroberts.com

The triceps brachii (better known as the triceps) has three heads - lateral, medial, long.

All three heads of the triceps are connected to the humerus and scapula bones. The muscle then travels down the arm and is connected on to the ulna of the forearm (Bodybuilding.com).

Yawn!

Okay, so you don’t need the science-y stuff. You just have to know how to work those suckers.

The key is to attack all three heads to really fight arm flab.

I would venture to say a lot of women probably think they can do just a few exercises each week to target their triceps, but the reality is they’re probably not doing enough.

And not only that, but they’re probably frustrated to no end that they have flappy arm syndrome because, “I work out my triceps!”

So here’s the thing- like with many trouble areas, just a couple triceps exercises once a week is likely not going to provide the results you’re looking for.

You really need to develop a plan of attack, and go at it with focus and determination.

I work my triceps once a week in conjunction with my chest and shoulders (I also work my shoulders on back and biceps day).

I perform two triceps exercises for every one chest and shoulder exercise.  Not only that, but I also work to incorporate triceps work into my cardio boot camp sessions three times a week. So they definitely get plenty of attention.

If you are hell bent on toning these suckers, you need to be lifting real weight.

Get rid of the dainty 5 pounders (there’s a time and place for those, like here), and grab onto something heavier.

Aim to do 3 -4 sets of 8-10 repetitions of each of these exercises with good form, and aim for a weight that makes the last couple reps a struggle (but not so hard that you break form). 

Toss in some ab exercises, jumping jacks, or calves work in between sets.

Really take your time on these, feel the motion, squeeze your triceps as you perform these exercises. You should be feeling these. If you are not, add more weight.

Oh, and please do not confuse “feeling them” with hurting yourself. Don’t do that!

Skull crushers

Rope pulldown

Reverse Pushdowns

Overhead Extension

Bench dips- Put a weight plate on your lap when you do these for extra resistance.

So put on a sleeveless shirt, and confidently wave goodbye to back-of-the-arm-flab.

With some hard work and focus, you’ll never have to dread those awkward MMA handshakes again…

Well…

Aside from the whole upside down arm part. wink

50 Shades of Brittny

So the tanning thing.

Let’s discuss.

You may remember I got an airbrush tanning machine for my birthday this year.

Because I am so tired of being pale all the time!!

When I got it, I was elated, and knew it would be the cure to all my pale problems.

And it was.

Sort of.

Turns out I developed a love/hate relationship with the thing. It just depends on the point of the week in which I’m lavishing its praises or ready to throw it off a cliff.

The tanning machine.

The sort of cure to my paleness.

The first few weeks were a lot of trial and error.

After all, P and I were by no means skilled at this system (I know you’re shocked). We simply watched a couple YouTube videos and we ready to make ourselves orange glowy.

Those first few weeks?

That was fun!

We had streaky ankles, freakishly orange hands, and random white spots.

Thankfully, however, through (a lot of) trial and error, we were able to (sort of) become pros with our technique, which resulted in, (for the most part), a nice even tan.

For the most part.

Which also resulted in, for the most part, happy, glowy girls.

For the most part.

The first few days after receiving a spray tan are pretty well amazing. You feel like you can do anything, wear anything, or be anything.

Yes, it is true.

In fact, I might run for president.

Only… at some point, halfway into the week, things begin to rapidly deteriorate.

The tan on our faces and hands begins to fade (since it gets the most washings).

When I workout and sweat like a pig, it begins to come off in those areas.

Also, a phenomenon we have deemed as “giraffe-ing” occurs, in which our skin sort of starts to take on a multi colored pattern similar to that of a giraffe.

And it’s awesome.

If you like looking like a complete freak, that is.

So we pretty much spend the last part of the week cursing the tan, trying to cover up and wash it off.

Not exactly ideal.

For some reason, my tan never fades as crappily as P’s- but make no mistake, mine definitely does fade crappily.

We exfoliated more on the day of our tans.

Didn’t work.

We switched to more DHA friendly body washes.

Didn’t work.

We changed solution brands.

Didn’t work.

We stopped showering altogether!

Okay, I’m lying- but I still bet that wouldn’t work. Although… maybe that WOULD work!

Ugh.

Again, not exactly ideal.

So we opted just to take our lumps, and instead of trying to figure out how to fix the funky fading giraffe-ness, we are going to simply switch up the days we tan, in hopes we can at least enjoy the beauty of brozneness over the weekend and start giraffe-ing at the start of the week when everyone is “blah” anyway.

So the price of being tan?

Apparently is worth it, splotchiness 50% of the time and all.

Maybe one day I will actually take a class to learn the right way.

Until then, I’ll take feeling like a star 3 ½ days out of the week.

Pass the touch up cream.

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