Poppy on a Kite

Today’s guest blogger and friend, Tim Schmitt (a.k.a Schmitty), was kind enough to get real with you and share his struggles and strengths. Thanks, Schmitty! When The Kitemaster asked me for a guest blog, I happily agreed. Anything I can do to support a friend. And then I had to actually think of a point…

My heart is aching for home tonight … my dad’s laugh, my mother’s cooking, sister’s bantering and brother’s jokes. Just one night in the past, for dinner with my family. That’s all I ask. .

I don’t know how many times I’ve been part of a conversation where someone has put themselves down and somehow folded me into the self deprecating comment. Here are some examples: “Well, of course we’ll never look that good, ‘cause we’ll never be a size 6!” “She’s not like us. She’d look good in anything.”…

Blah. I hate it. I hate the fact that I’m insecure about the way I look because of my weight. I also hate the fact that my insecurity is potentially eradicated by weight loss. It makes me angry, so today I’m going to be angry about it. I want to go outdoors, enjoy some ice…