Ah, I'm just kidding. If this was a naked picture of me, it would look like this.
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There, that's right.
I've been seeing a personal trainer for a while now. I just don't exercise effectively if I don't see a professional once a week. That's not entirely true. I don't exercise at all if I don't see someone once a week.
So far, it's been a good experience. My fitness guy, Daniel, has improved my health dramatically. I don't have nearly as many muscle aches and I'm running faster than I ever have before. This morning, buoyed by my sense of improvement, I asked for a percentage body fat test.
I have a bias against fat tests. They always show me losing weight but gaining fat over time. Still, I needed an idea of where my fitness was.
As it turned out, nowhere. I'm 27% body fat. Nearly a third of my body is unatractive, white blobby stuff, and the rest of it is fat.
27%. 27%. 27%.
Today, I was going to write about my to do list and what I'm working on post-novel. Now, I think I'll just crawl under a rock.