Yeah, today’s my birthday. I don’t really tend to like them. Sort of like Christmas. They’re usually bittersweet. Not because of getting older; I never feel that. But because pretty much every year I try not to expect much and end up expecting more than I get.
Had tried to get a rough draft finished by today. That didn’t happen. But it’s close to finished.
Last night I finally hit the 50,000 word count on my story. Not that it’s anywhere near being done. But that makes me happy, anyway. I still have about half the story to write, or thereabouts, but aside from the next couple of scenes, I think it’ll go quite smoothly. That’s the good stuff.
The bad? I’m having such a hard time trying to lose weight that I’ve gone and done what I didn’t want to. Counting calories. Although not really terribly accurately. Mostly just guessing at amounts, but I’m already noticing a tendency to put less on my plate. So far, slight loss. But it’s only been two weeks. Hopefully when I’ve finished the rough draft I’ll have more time to focus on exercising.
Okay, so I’m exercising because the doctor says I need to lose weight. And cause I know I need to lose weight. Been exercising for just under two years. Well, except for the 3 or 4 month period where I had bronchitis. But aside from that, exercising pretty regularly. And maybe not eating the best I could be, but not overdoing it, and not stuffing my face. So my question is this: When the hell am I actually going to see anything useful from this? Right now I lose a couple pounds and gain them back, plus two or three more. At one point, I’d managed to lose around 15 pounds. In about Dec/Jan when I was taking Prednisone for the bronchitis. Got better, gained it all back, plus a few more, started exercising, and not much of anything.
This really pisses me off for a couple reasons. First, I’m exercising and getting next to nothing for it except sore muscles. And B: it’s taking up half the time I’d like to use for writing. Cause if I exercise, it goes right to about time for dinner, then after dinner it’s shower, and after that, the TV gets turned on, and I have difficulty concentrating when the TV is on. And because I’ve just taken a shower and bedtime will be in around 2-3 hours, I’m not coming back into my room. And I’m not gonna stay up later, Rob has to wake up early and has enough trouble with that as it is. Not gonna wake up any earlier, either, because I’m not a morning person and I’m not usually awake until sometime around 3 hours after I get out of bed. Not gonna get much written at that point.
Yeah, I’m sure the stress isn’t helping much, either. And that’s making itself known in all kinds of ways. Just frikkin’ lovely. Makes me wonder why I’m bothering, sometimes.
I decided on a reward for hitting a word count. Figured out a rough estimate of what that would be to hit the goal I set myself. Around 2000 words a day. Crap. It’s doable; I’ve managed that before. But that pretty much means that I’ll have next to no free time, and likely not enough free time to do the stuff I need to do. Like exercise.
I can get roughly around 500 words during my lunch break at work. The problem with that is that I use half of my hour. By the time I get to the point where things are rolling, that half hour is up, and lunch is over. And then during the rest of the time at work, I’ve lost the train of thought I had, so it takes me a while to get back into it when I get home. Guess I’m gonna have to work on getting that to happen quicker.
Wish I could put these words toward that 2000, but I can’t. So nose to the grindstone.
Been sorta busy-ish. Found two venues for the wedding which I’m thinking are good places. Visited one while visiting Alaska last year, supposed to be getting pictures of the other. At some point I should see how the flowers look together. I decided on fake because they won’t die, and cause you just can’t get blue roses. Not really ones, and not in the blue I like. And debating on dresses. Not too worried about that, though. But apparently people don’t know how to respond, or just have put it off and forgot. Or something. As it stands, I think 2 people have responded that they’ll try to be there, apart from immediate family, and 4 or 5 have said they can’t/won’t make it. Out of something like 25 letters sent. I could be off a bit, but not much more than by a couple.
Anyway, was uploading pictures to flickr last night. I decided I probably take too many. But I’m okay with that. I like photos, and I got some awesome ones from Alaska last year. And it’s cool going through the photos and finding those that still surprise me to remember “hey, I took that.”
I should really be writing. Had planned to write a lot yesterday, but that ended up not happening. Rob had to go to the dentist to have a tooth looked at (he’ll need a surgeon to pull it), and I went with him to make an appointment for myself. Then we went to the diner, and didn’t get home until around 1 or 2. And I wasn’t in a great mood, so didn’t get much of anything done. Only wrote around 500 words the day before. That was annoying. Will try to remember that for another time.
But I wanna play a game. Kinda got an urge to play Lord of the Rings Online. Level up my champion. Have Going Rogue for City of Heroes/Villains but not quite wanting to play that. Maybe I should see how many words I managed this week and then see if it’s enough to warrant allowing myself to play for a little bit. I think I found a reward for hitting a word count.