Itchy Times A Million

My Nemesis

So, I’m infinitely more itchy today than yesterday. This poison ivy is kicking my butt. I barely got any sleep last night. I think my most solid sleep came from 4:00 AM to 6:30 AM. A few hours, at least.

Wanna hear how addicted I am to this whole blogging thing, though? I took a picture of my stomach last night and contemplated posting it here today. I hang my head in shame. Luckily for you all, I spared you the site of my blotchy red abs. I hate you poison ivy! The only good thing about poison ivy is the way my daughter tries to pronounce the word.

I had a softball game last night. I’ll be honest. I haven’t had a great season, playing wise. It’s just hard to do well at something you only do a couple hours once a week. Last night was different. Yesterday I hit the ball hard. I even hit my first home run in my Church League career. It’s not a big deal in the big picture. However, you have no idea how happy it makes me. It’s a nice little shot of confidence.

I’ve resolved myself to start working out (free weights) again at least twice a week. Before my daughter was born I was very faithful about this. Since then, it has been harder and harder to find time and energy to work out. I’m not happy about all the muscle I’ve lost (and didn’t know I had when I had it), so I’m gonna start back up again. As soon as my daughter goes to sleep at night, I’m going to hit the weights, even if it’s 10:00 at night.

Wish me luck! I’ll need it, Although, I bet a barbell is an excellent poison ivy itcher.