Pieces of the Past
I have been extremely consistent with my nutrition and fitness, lately as I dress I can see changes which I like. One change, however, piece of a past moment in time that my family recalls with a laugh and no second thought.
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It is a simple story really and goes on to say that as a young girl I had become upset over the fact they hadn’t cleaned the chimney in a few years, heat came from wood in our house. I was upset over hearing about a family who lost both babies to a house fire, while they worked the farm. I knew wouldn’t be able to sleep unless I went up to the roof and completed that task. I went up the with at least 15ft of heavy gauge chain to drop down the chimney to loosen debris the next step would be to go to the basement and finish the clean up..
I first went up to the chimney to have a good look at the task at hand then went back down to get the chain. Going up the roof was a chore due to the recent snowfall but having already made the path I assumed my second accent would be easier. With the logging chain over my shoulder, I climbed the ladder then made my way to the roof line. As I neared the chimney, I had lifted my hand to reached up to grab it.
As soon as I did I started sliding, the original path had become frozen in the snow. I quickly gained speed towards the ladder, the weight of the chain sped up the process; my brain went into overdrive! I quickly dropped the chain but couldn’t slow or stop myself in time. I tried to kick the ladder out of my way but instead I caught it with my foot as I slid off the edge of the roof. Now I am catapulting over the snow-covered flowerbed; which is good since some of the plants have wooden and metal stakes. I landed on my back with the ladder under my right butt cheek; with the wind knocked out of me I just lay for a few moments. As I was catching my breath my mind was going over all the things I had done wrong. Right away I would count off three critical errors that I still remember to this day, I learned a lot from this experience.
Luckily for me I suffered no injuries as a storm had just dropped about 8 inches of snow on the ground to cushion the blow but the scar from the ladder remains as a reminder.
Like I would forget.
My family missed seeing me fly through the air like a madman, dropping right in front of the picture window for all to see had they been looking. Of course when I finally came to, after lying on my back in the snow for what seemed like forever, I was not in a very good mood. I stormed through the house spewing venom like a pissed off bumble bee.. and groaning in pain. This is a good lesson for me as I am maybe 15 years old at the time.. Learning from my mistakes at a young age..
Now where were we? Oh the scar.. Well up until this point in my life it has been two nickel sized indentations in a diagonal line on my right glute. As I lean out I no longer have two indentations but now a clear indentation at least 5″ long diagonally indentation. As I gain muscle and lose bodyfat, the scale hardly changes and my measurements aren’t changing much either, I will use this as my way to visually gauge my bodyfat percentage.