The Last Supper

I have named this past week "The Last Supper" in result of my last seven days of "distorted freedom". Basically, The Last Supper consists of latte's from The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf, mass amounts of retail therapy, living off of ice cream (no joke), Sonic's diet cherry limeades and being stubborn towards Alison THE dietitian. Oh and a little thing called alcohol that I won't be able to consume over the next few months.

Retail and design therapy :)

Although the last two weeks have been nothing but insane, emotional and exhausting God has absolutely laid out everything perfectly with me leaving Austin. From finding someone to rent my room out to my parents being complete rock stars, He has proven that His hands are all over this next step in my life. He has placed support, friends and family at every step of the way, each turn of a corner and every melt down that I've experienced within the last 14 days of chaos. He has been good so so good.

Tomorrow is my Dad's 50th birthday and last day in Texas. My mom and I fly out of DFW at 6:30am on Monday morning and arrive in Denver at 8:30am. Check in at ERC is at 9:30am and from there I hit the ground running with assessments for the remainder of the day. As Joanna, my intake coordinator, was reading me the itinerary for Monday I was calmly writing everything down as she told me; dietitian assessment, get your physical, move in your things etc. and then the next thing she said stopped me cold in my tracks…lunch! What?! Lunch? Who eats that? These people make you eat lunch at a certain time…on my first day before 2:30pm? And then she had the nerve to tell me that there was going to be dinner! To say the least these next few months are not going to be a walk in the park that is for sure. There will be tears, anger, joy, shame, excitement and (hopefully) laughs but I'm banking on the words of my friends and family that it is all going to be worth it. Hahaha :) It will be I know that and I know God has been faithful up to this point in time so there is no reason to think He's gonna leave me hanging…at least He better not ;)

Okay friends we (well, I am but I like to think you're doing it with me) are about to take the giant leap (maybe plunge) of faith. I'll try to write tomorrow before I peace out of Texas on Monday but if not then I shall see you on the other side probably with several "real" meals in my stomach. Oh gosh. But I promise I'll be alive and kicking.

My fabulous running buddy brought me beautiful flowers before I left Austin.