In case you forgot what it looked like you can see the picture HERE
Anyway, after getting the drywall and wood and lugging it all up to the second floor I reinforced the area where I fell through, got the drywall installed, and then went back up into the ceiling (facing my fear) to lay out all the insulation that had fallen out of the ceiling.
I love these kind of days... where you push yourself really hard and you get something big accomplished. Every day that hole sat there was another day that reminded me about falling through the ceiling. Even though it really didn't have anything to do with my weight, it's still an embarrassing thing to me so the sooner it gets fixed the sooner I can forget.
I swear if I was a construction worker I would be thin. I can't believe all the lifting and climbing and twisting and turning I did. I'm sure I'll be a little sore tomorrow. Sometimes I think I should just go ahead and remodel my entire house. I love doing the work and it's better than a workout because when I'm done I see instant results. Who needs a treadmill when you can use a sledgehammer and carry drywall around the house.
A great day #43 is in the books, on to Day #44 and my daughter's birthday!