Big girls need love too

Starting a new job means getting new health insurance which usually involves some sort of health assessment to determine your monthly rates, etc. The assessment was pretty basic-height, weight, some measurements, blood work and a questionnaire. I'm 29 (still young, no babies), and feel like I have above average health, so I wasn't too worried. Actually, I hadn't even thought about it! So I receive the packet in the mail expecting to see a perfect score. Well, ladies and gentlemen, according to my health assessment... (drum roll)... I am overweight. Yep, I'm fat. Also, not to mention my cholesterol was high!! I can't blame it on cheese, because I've been here less than 2 weeks, so i may just blame Dan for making me eat pork belly and assorted pork products at Hot and Hot (apparently all it takes is one serving). Actually, it's really what a couple of months of doing nothing but eating Mafiozas, Urban Standard paninis and cupcakes, and Starbucks salted caramel hot chocolate daily, and trying to indulge at every restaurant in Birmingham in a short amount of time will do to you. Fat with increased heart disease risk... it didn't take long to become another Alabama statistic :)

I'm going to start eating my Quaker oats again.

here we are

This is my attempt to document my new life and struggles as I begin anew here in Wisconsin. Just a quick intro- the drive up was easy and uneventful, taking about 14 hours. I finished my first week of getting acquainted at work, and I'm still unpacking at home. I'll train another week or so and start on my own April 18! Brady seems to be adjusting well. The weather has been cold of course, and it's snowing today. Spring will hopefully show up sometime in the next few weeks!

It was great to see everyone who stopped by J. Clydes before I left! It really meant a lot to me!! I will post some pics soon!

corporate worship woes

Today I ventured out to try and find a church. One was suggested to me, and it's down the street so I thought I'd give it a try. Sadly, I must admit, I walked out about 30 minutes into it. It was overwhelming. On stage was a band consisting of every instrument known to man, a worship leader with about 8 other "lead singers", and a choir of people all clapping and singing. There were large cameras panning around the room (I assume it's broadcasted), and lights and maybe even some smoke. And I write about this experience not to judge the church or make fun of it at all, but more to try and understand why I respond so negatively to that type of worship. Is it just because I'm not used to it? Do I think I'm too good for that display? The church is excited and expressing their joy, and they aren't afraid to profess their faith in and need for Jesus, so what's so wrong with that? Is it because it makes me "feel" something and I try to avoid that? In my head, I would much rather be with people who are expressive and open than in a church where you have to be quiet, Sunday best and well behaved. It just felt cheesy. Anyway, I walked out and went to my car and cried because I couldn't understand why all I wanted to do was be as far away from there as possible, and that made me sad. What does that mean? Maybe I just miss what I'm used to, red mountain.