Moving is tough

Being uprooted from my routine and area has been tough on me. I tried to consider moving furniture and boxes and trying for modest step counts at the Big E over the last week to be "exercise". Even if it is, I have greatly missed my gym. Now that I'm pretty much moved into my new residence at the Newman Center at UMass, I can try to figure out a way of life that includes a local gym. I worked out last night for the first time in a week. 

My weight has fluctuated about 5lbs. It's nothing I haven't seen before, but it also has to do with food. I spent one night at the Big E that was definitely not tracked beforehand. It got out of hand. Getting back on track is difficult without an established gym, so it has left me feeling a little out of place. I need to remember my support system, turn this over to God, make some phone calls, get to a meeting, and I need to accept that I can't go back to a regular schedule at my old gym. Time to move on. 

In all this, it feels so trite compared to the sufferings in this world. Christians were martyred on a college campus in Oregon two days ago. Now that I'm back on a college campus, I ponder the mystery of why I'm here...and it's all about witness. May more of us be able to stand up and say #iamachristian.