Last Picked

Last Picked:

Being concerned about being picked last never goes away. It’s not even just about sports anymore.  Am I  last to know about a prayer request or Bible Study  Will I have a seat or will the tables be full?  Do I sit to the back or the front?   Do I look good to my boss?  Will I be next to be promoted?

I have hypothyroidism.  Symptoms are fatigue, weight gain, and anxiety.  EVERYTHING a women fights and doesn’t have time for!  I have things to do and places to go!  So…I weigh 20lbs more than I did when I went into the hospital at 40 weeks pregnant to deliver my first child.  40 weeks pregnant weight = current weight.  That is a terrible equation.  I don’t want to get into the entire “I’m Fat” body image thing.  I want to get into the “I don’t feel healthy” thing.  Please don’t read into this and send me every drink, shake and vitamin available.  I’m happy for you and and the answer you found for YOU.  It’s not my answer.  I like sports and activity.   I played basketball growing up.  The ting of a nice leather ball on a hard wood floor still surges adrenalin.  I have tried to start some womens pick up games but alas no women were found.  Also, I just physically couldn’t measure up to my memories.  So today I will lace up my tennis shoes and will join a pick up soccer game.  Soccer is not my sport.  All of my kids play…and play really really well.  Bu the fact is I HAVE to get out of the house.  I HAVE to exercise.  I sit here pumping myself up to go and my first thought is. Yep.  I wonder if I will be picked last.  Then I died laughing.  Really?  Am I going to be picked last is what is occupying my mind? Wow.  

So I played and was terrible!  Even the 11 year old girl didn’t trust me with the ball.  But you know what?  The ladies were nice and even invited me back.  No teams were picked and grace was given abundantly.  To walk in grace today...you have to get out and walk!