I've been working out consistently for four months, but really overdid it this past month … 12 days in a row. Today I took a much needed break and my legs are not happy with me.
It is a lot of friggin work to change your lifestyle. I have to measure food. I have to write things down (or type them). I have to plan, plan, plan. I have to juggle multiple nutrition issues. I have to squeeze my Wii time in somewhere between dawn and dusk, plus …. have an actual life to style.
I mean, it is worth it. I'm stronger, healthier and happier. But it is not easy and it is the first thing I think of when people describe being queer as a lifestyle. I make choices about my food, but I don't delve deeply inward to explore those choices. They are healthy, end of story. My identity, on the other hand, is an entirely different story. Yes, I am delving and constantly evolving. I don't have certainty because I'm only 39 and life is a constant state of flux. Thinking about calories and cards is nothing at all like thinking about facets of my identity.
I had a comforting (healthy) dinner the other night with a friend who says she waivers back and forth in terms of how to identify herself. I can completely relate to that. There is so much pressure to pick a label and “lesbian blogger” is just not enough any longer. I'm a person. I have a blog. And I'm a lesbian. I also avoid candy bars.
It is all good.