I am SUCH a girl!!!

Seriously. I am. A girl.

A few years ago you NEVER woulda known it. I was toolin' around in my jeep (check this out: LEXYCRAWL! But check it out soon cause Rockcrawler is ditching their free hosting and it will go away at that point)... yes, that's me... and I was NOT girley at all. I didn't like fitted clothing or flowers... I liked big tires and mud... and I was SO butch it was recockulous.

But today? Today I am such a girl. I like pretty things and jewlery and all the stupid occasions that give the opportunity for gifts of chocolate and shiny things that are deemed by the retail-chains to be tokens of my man's love and appreciation.

and I blush.

a lot.

Like today, for instance... headed down for Boot Camp class at noon and Linn (the instructor and a very hot, and very buff guy) looked at me and said, "Brenna I have to tell you that you look fabulous! I just saw your pictures on the bulletin board and you're looking amazing!" and I stammered and blushed and broke in to an embarasing cold sweat and managed to squeek out, "thanks so much... its been a lot of work... thanks!" before I was so red in the face that I had to take off for my warm up jog or I'd have melted into a puddle of ectoplasm right there on the weight room floor.

I seriously wish I could be the person who says, "yeah! Thanks, I really appreciate that, you're lookin pretty amazing yourself!" with total confidence. But the truth is I am STILL embarassed by my body. It isn't where I want it to be, I will always have stretch marks and loose belly skin... and well... it makes me feel silly to be complimented. I SO need to get over this, it is not very Smashing! to be lacking in the self confidence arena.

Did feel good to get complimented by a hot guy tho.

:D

Now all I need is more shiny things and a bow in my hair.

Oh... and the workout was again BRUTAL!!! I really pushed myself because I felt like I had to in order to not look like an idiot... heh... it was legs again, and round the middle of the workout I got a weird pain in the top of my foot. I think my shoes were tied to tight because I'd also forgotten socks which I HATE so I'd cinched the laces down a bit to keep from slipping... guess I was a bit too overzealous. oh well... I'm sure it will pass in a day or so. At least tomorrow is only a single workout day. It's kind of cool to think that in the four days that have passed this week I have already done 6+ workouts. I give myself the + because yesterday at lunch I went for a 30 minute walk outside. It was gorgeous... I needed a powerball ticket, so I walked up to the 7-11 and got one. Not REALLY a workout, but wonderful activity none the less.

I suppose I'd better get back to work... still HATE the colors... give me time tho kids... I may get this right yet!

Posted by Lexy at April 28, 2004 02:20 PM