My hubs travels sometimes for work. So, sometimes, I have to do things he would normally do. Like mow the yard. I think I have mowed our yard maybe twice in the 3 years we have had our house. I distinctly remember not being able to mow our back yard once because the grass had grown too high and it slopes really badly. It's basically a Die Hard-like cliff. When I declared I would be mowing the yard yesterday, both Andy and my parents had similar reactions.
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
"What about seeing if Big A can do that for you?"
"How are you going to mow the backyard with your T-Rex arms?"
Now, I know that my family has great faith in me. They were just concerned that I would chop off a foot or something. And their concerns are valid- I have been known to be a little less than graceful. And I may or may not have had previous accidents involving riding lawn mowers...
And yes, accidents and mowers are both plural.
I went into the situation with a little doubt of my own. For one, I haven't mowed since I got pregnant with T. I really do have T-Rex arms, and sometimes simple things like starting a lawn mower are difficult because I just don't have the wingspan. I was a little afraid I would get the lawn mower out of the garage and not be able to start the thing. And then there was the slope...
Anyway, I decided to start with the back since I knew that it would be the hardest. When I was about half-way done, I had kind of a revelation:
The same self-doubt that was nagging me about not being able to mow the yard is the same self-doubt that nags me about not being able to lose weight.
Anything is possible- if you just keep going!
My freshly mowed Die Hard-like Cliff:
My victory face:
Also, I am having a Miche party. There is lots of super cute stuff. Check it out!
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You GO girl! You can do ANYTHING!!!!
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