I lost all illusions (delusions?) of healthy eating the other day when I nommed my way through a sausage butty. And the Tunnock's teacake I just ate. Although to be fair to myself, the only reason I had a GINORMOUS craving for the teacake was because I nearly killed myself at boxfit this morning. It got to the stage where I was telling my muscles to work harder and nothing was happening, they had absolutely no more to give me, and I kept going anyway. I actually thought I was going to fall over when the class finally finished. I suspect I'll have trouble even getting out of bed tomorrow, but the sense of well-being I have right now pre-emptively makes it worth it.
Today I realised that my final assignment is due in four weeks and three days. Then I realised that for one of those weeks I'm going to be at camp and will have absolutely no chance to work on it. Cack! I've got the minimum word count so technically I could just leave it as is and spend that time editing it, but I don't want to. The range is 15,000 to 25,000 words (which is ridiculously wide if you ask me) and it worries me that I might have 10,000 words less than some other people. At the same time it's highly unlikely that I can write a good quality 10,000 words in the three weeks available to me. So I'm aiming for around 18,000 to 20,000 for my final word count. Hopefully a nice balance between quality and quantity.
In other news, I found out the likely date of my graduation today - it's about 19 weeks away. I also found out that THERE WILL BE KILTS!!
Oh it's going to be a good day.
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