Category: Moving

  • I fat-accepted myself so hard, I became a jock – part 3: cycling.

    In spring of 2022, I tried out a kick scooter my husband randomly brought home, and loved it, which got me thinking about riding a bike. I needed something to do in the spring and summer, when ice skating is much less available. Back in 2020, I’d bought myself a little three-speed steel retro bike,…

  • I fat-accepted myself so hard, I became a jock – part 2: skating.

    In 2018, I discovered I had a craving for INTENSITY. This was very curious and strange to me, though again, looking back to my childhood, there were signs. I was a somewhat cautious kid, but I also had some small-time adrenaline junkie energy. I loved roller coasters, I had dreams of racing go karts, I…

  • I fat-accepted myself so hard, I became a jock – part 1: walking.

    As I write this, I’ve just come back from a nice little bike ride around my neighbourhood. I got sweaty, went fast, climbed a few little hills, descended a few little hills, waited my turn at traffic lights and 4-way stops (you’re welcome), and nearly got hit by two different drivers who were each doing…

  • Basic mammal maintenance, or How to be nice to yourself.

    Continuing on the theme of childhood neglect, my nonscientific gut-check tells me that if people were mean or indifferent or unable to care for you while you were a kid, you might lack the skills to care for yourself as an adult. This can lead to a place of acute suffering. It can also make…

  • For the rest of us.

    Just a heads-up, in this post I reveal specific details of how I eat and exercise. I wrote this post several months ago, but didn’t post it. Here it is now. I don’t usually talk too much about how or what I eat, because I’m uncomfortable with the often performative, status-grubbing nature of doing so…