Yesterday, I did something that I had never ever done before in my life: I mowed my yard. After Number 3 provided me with several training sessions on how to properly do this, I felt confident to finally do it all by myself.
I woke up fairly early on my Independence Day off and decided to tackle this chore before it got up to a thousand degrees.
With a sense of accomplishment I methodically filled the gas tank; I primed it; I checked the throttle; I held the handlebar down; and lastly, I pulled the stringy thing with triumphant force.
I pulled again.
As most of you know, I’ve lost a considerable amount of weight. It comes up frequently in my blog posts as clothing/fashion directly relate to body image and self-esteem. I’ve shared my experience with Excess Skin removal surgeries and I’ve been featured on several online publications.
I don’t say this to “name drop” or brag… but quite the contrary! I speak/write of my weight loss often 1.) to be accountable to myself and never forget where I’ve been and 2.) to be completely honest about the struggle of the journey.
My struggle with weight has been chronic since age 8.
And though I’ve maintained my loss since 2010… I still struggle. I still fluctuate.