What a difference a day makes
Mar. 2nd, 2007 02:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicTaking the day off from the gym really helped in terms of soreness. I'm still a little achy in some spots, but for the most part, I'm feeling good. And it's so beautiful outside today, I couldn't feel bad if I were trying to. Not that I would do that.
I may give myself an evening off from the gym again tonight in favor of some outdoor activity, but I don't know. I'm going again tomorrow morning, and then possibly to the water park at Massanutten tomorrow (though I'm still not really sure what the agenda is, other than to have fun with good friends), so it seems unwise to really strain myself tonight when I'll be starting the day with physical activity tomorrow anyway.
Ahren is leaving on Tuesday for the nationals in St Louis, so I'll have two more weeks of living alone to fill. My weekends have bridge and DI and more bridge, and I imagine I'll spend most of the weeknights at the gym. I made my best progress while Ahren was away last time, so as much as I'll miss my roomie, I do kind of welcome the time. Kind of.
Last night at bridge, a lot of people were seeing my new haircut for the first time. I was also dressed up (as per tradition) and looking pretty much the best I've looked in quite some time. More than one person said to me that I looked like "a whole new person!" and just gushed over my haircut, weight loss, etc. Now, I've really stepped up my fitness regime in the last month and a half, and the haircut is definitely a drastic change, but a whole new person? I don't know. I asked Ahren. Do I look that different?
He was nervous. He was afraid that I was being that stereotypical woman who asks a question you can't possibly answer without pissing her off. I assured him that I wanted an honest answer.
It started with the safe answer: "I've always thought you were beautiful."
"That's nice. Answer the question."
"Well, honestly, I see you every day so it's not that drastic to me."
"Oh."
"But, looking back to last year and stuff, yeah, it's a really big change. You've done an amazing job."
Aww.
Sometimes, boys should give themselves more credit for being able to come up with the right thing to say.
And I think I'll end on that note.
Peace.
I may give myself an evening off from the gym again tonight in favor of some outdoor activity, but I don't know. I'm going again tomorrow morning, and then possibly to the water park at Massanutten tomorrow (though I'm still not really sure what the agenda is, other than to have fun with good friends), so it seems unwise to really strain myself tonight when I'll be starting the day with physical activity tomorrow anyway.
Ahren is leaving on Tuesday for the nationals in St Louis, so I'll have two more weeks of living alone to fill. My weekends have bridge and DI and more bridge, and I imagine I'll spend most of the weeknights at the gym. I made my best progress while Ahren was away last time, so as much as I'll miss my roomie, I do kind of welcome the time. Kind of.
Last night at bridge, a lot of people were seeing my new haircut for the first time. I was also dressed up (as per tradition) and looking pretty much the best I've looked in quite some time. More than one person said to me that I looked like "a whole new person!" and just gushed over my haircut, weight loss, etc. Now, I've really stepped up my fitness regime in the last month and a half, and the haircut is definitely a drastic change, but a whole new person? I don't know. I asked Ahren. Do I look that different?
He was nervous. He was afraid that I was being that stereotypical woman who asks a question you can't possibly answer without pissing her off. I assured him that I wanted an honest answer.
It started with the safe answer: "I've always thought you were beautiful."
"That's nice. Answer the question."
"Well, honestly, I see you every day so it's not that drastic to me."
"Oh."
"But, looking back to last year and stuff, yeah, it's a really big change. You've done an amazing job."
Aww.
Sometimes, boys should give themselves more credit for being able to come up with the right thing to say.
And I think I'll end on that note.
Peace.
