The past two years have been intense.
I have battled obesity. I have battled anorexia. I have battled injury. I have battled mental walls.
It was hard.
It was scary.
But I battled.
Every battle I faced made me stronger.
Then something happened. I tripped somewhere a long the way. I slid down the hill I had been climbing for so long, just a little.
Suddenly the hill became muddy and I no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t climb anymore. I couldn’t even hold on.
Today is April 1. I have wasted three months of 2011.
Today I will climb.