After my much needed unfill on Wednesday I am feeling pretty good. I have had two solid nights sleep...and not a drop of acid reflux. It has been wonderful. I have no idea where my restriction level is...as in...if it's at the right place...but I can handle wherever it is as long as I am not too tight.
The most terrible thing happened last night. Heather's coed softball started back up...and sho' enough...they needed an extra girl. What am I supposed to say? They technically had enough girls (5 girls, 5 guys), but there was an EXTRA guy...and if I didnt play, he couldnt play.
So. I did.
It's shameful that I can't hit that ball. I was talking to the pitchers, flirting with the ump, being cute, being funny. It really is exhausting. And I say that in all seriousness. It embarrasses me to the core that I can't hit the ball and look like someone who SHOULD be able to hit the damn thing. You would think by pure odds that once in awhile, the bat and ball would come in contact. So, even though on the inside I am close to tears and dying of embarrassment, I am the funny upbeat girl on the outside. And it was a double-header...so I had to keep up the act for hours. So...I am sure we will repeat the same nonsense next week. The season is only 5 weeks long...I can make it. Heather promised we will head to the batting cages this weekend. I hope so.
And I am really looking forward to the weekend.
I have a lot to say, but I feel like I may need to take pause before I do....
so stay tuned.