I have baby fever.
Yesterday on my lunch, I headed over to the hospital to visit Mike, Lindze, and baby Lucas, and fell head over heels in love with this munchkin.
He’s got the chunkiest cheeks and wears his beanie like a G. 3 days old and he already has swag.
The proud new parents are so so so happy with their new little guy, and watching Mike with Lucas melted my heart.
He’s already such a great Dad, and I cannot wait to watch him with Lucas as he grows up.
And now I’m ready for my own baby. Or I’ll just fight my cousins, aunt and uncle for babysitting duties.
I’ll try to stop being so baby obsessive and show you 2 things I ate yesterday. I have been really good today and got my chicken and veggies in.
Lunch was this salad that my Dad bought me Saturday night. I had a bachelorette party to tend to, so dinner that night was a banana with pb (don’t lecture me), and since I was sick yesterday (I swear I wasn’t hungover), I was finally able to eat it.
After work I headed to the gym because I was craving a short run. I almost left immediately because it was at least 80 degrees in there. I really wish I was exaggerating like I typically do, but within the first minute, my shirt was soaked.
After 2 miles and a 1 mile walk, I ran a quick errand for the new parents (I’m going for cousin of the year award 😉 ), and then went on a wild goose chase to return a Red Box movie. The Box right near my apartment was full. I didn’t know that was possible. I tried for several minutes to jam it in while the ghetto thugs watched me struggle. I was minutes away from the 24 hour period and wanted to pee my pants from fear of having a late fee. You see, I had a free rental code, so I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to pay. I had to go back across town to return it, so by the time I got home, I was more than ready for dinner.
I made 3 pounds of shredded chicken Sunday, so I tackled the supply last night. Loaded it with honey bbq sauce, and enjoyed buttery sweet potatoes (because butter is always necessary), and steamed broccoli.
Here’s a fun childish fact about me. I hate broccoli, but will only eat it if it’s steamed, otherwise I have to plug my nose and close my eyes while I choke it down. Again, I wish I was exaggerating, but my roomie has gotten many emails from me while at work about how I just gagged while eating it.
This morning my run sucked. Sucked is probably an understatement. It was the longest 4 miles I’ve ever had to run, and I honestly needed several walking breaks only because my body was so sore and had a set of lead legs. The only thing that made it better was the fact that when I turned the treadmill TV on, I got to enjoy a full hour of Full House.
Doesn’t get much better than watching Uncle Jesse teach a kid how to tell if your hair has split ends.
After the awful Full House run, I downed a berry banana protein shake.
My new thing is instead of using a full scoop of protein, I use half protein and half meal replacement. It’s my way of using up the meal replacement and not having to spend more money at GNC on protein powder. It’s the best version of the shake I’ve ever made.
Exciting news: I’m finally meeting with a sports nutritionist on Thursday, which means I have to track every crumb I eat, which also means that last night was the last night for a long, long time that I’ll be able to sit on the couch with a jar of pb and my spoon and just eat.
I’m hoping that the nutritionist will be able to tell me where my macros are off and what and when I should eat the best foods for my workouts so that I can finally see results for my hard work.
Have you ever met with a sports nutritionist? How was your experience?
Are there any foods that make you gag?
Salisbury Steak is another one my Mom forced down our throats every week. Ick