Still, being almost done is nice. It's also weird. With such a small word count - my smallest to date - it doesn't feel finished. That's odd. Usually the book feels finished when I write 'the end.' This makes me wonder if the book is actually finished or not. I'm going to say yes and send it off to my beta readers anyway. They'll be able to pick out stuff that's wrong, or doesn't work, or feels unfinished.
I'll just have to trust them to figure out what I can't with my own damned story.
Life is otherwise uneventful. I'm still working out in the mornings, though my protesting thighs stopped me from doing so most of last week. I'm still fighting to get those chin-ups and pull-ups. I'm not sure I'm any closer, though I do feel like my form is improving. The correct muscles are engaging, at least. I can tell because they're sore today.
Ooooh! Ooooh! A friend of mine guessed my weight was actually 20lbs less than I actually do last night. That totally made my night. Not that I want to be skinny, but that I look like my goal weight. By the by, my goal weight is still 25lbs heavier than my supposed ideal weight using BMI.
That's one of the major clues that BMI is utter horseshit.
You know, I'm actually starting to enjoy waking up early to go work out. It's a really good way to start the day, and I feel better when I finally sit down at my desk.
Now if we could get some sunshine here, we'd be golden. I'm a little tired of the vitamin D supplements I have to take. Also, I'm tired of boots. I would love to be wearing my flip flops about now. If I could be shoeless all the time, I'd be in heaven. I hate shoes.
And that's life up till now. I have to go write now. Have a great day!