Gun-Tacular

I joke a lot with my husband about who has the bigger "guns". Of course HE does, but I still make him go through the whole "look at my guns" process. I never understood why as a woman our arms seem to be the weakest part of our body. As a mother I either had a baby in my arms, grocery bags or laundry baskets, so they were always being used and I thought that they were being pushed to max capability. If this were the case.... why is it one of the hardest places to define muscle?

I like to call that hangy skin under my arm my "Hello Hello". This is because when I wave hello to someone, it reverbs and waves a few more times after I am done. Apparently that is called your tricep muscle, and on Sundays I get the pleasure of working them until I wanna puke or drop a weight on my head. I never used to like to lift ANY sort of weights with my husband ( I usually ended up in tears in the change room ) but now that I have a routine in place it makes it easier to get my workout in. He lifts with me. He spots me when I need assistance and he makes me keep going when I say I am done and I can't do anymore. In my head I scream to myself  "JUST DO IT" but at him it sounds more like this.. "Will you just SHUT IT!!".

It has taken months of slow steady movements to have clear definition of muscle in my arms. It is not massive muscle but sexy. I can see where time and effort is a paying off and I am noticing it. TIME... that is the key to all of this. Remember that it is NOT going to happen over night.

Sleek and Sexy!

Goodbye to my Hello Hello

These are my Lady Remingtons. They are sexy and fabulous because I made them this way. So next time you want to kick it up a notch... Look at your husband, Get in to the best muscleman pose there is, kiss your bicep and say.. " Welcome to my Gun show!! "