This morning I skated for twenty minutes in the parking lot of the hospital by my apartment. As I was working out, people walked through on their way to work. It was glorious. I used to think that it was impossible for me to really skate in my neighborhood–too much traffic, uneven sidewalks, nowhere flat and smooth to go. I didn’t even consider the possibility of this parking lot until very recently, and at 6:30 in the morning, it is very empty, perfect for practicing my hockey stops against at the white lines of every parking space. I even felt brave enough to practice my backwards skating, which I am horrible at because I never practice it.
Getting up early and skating in a parking lot is not my ideal-ideal way to work out (frankly, I’d rather use that time to write) but I also think it is important to be realistic. I have evening meetings tonight and for the next two days, so there is no way I’m going to be able to work out after work. Before work? Yes. During work? Feasible. But after? Not really. So that means looking for some new fixes and some new adventures. And I can say that with a positive attitude right now because I worked out this morning so I’m not grouchy. And I’m getting my writing in. It isn’t a poem but this will do.
I also had a realization today that helped me sympathize a little bit more with all the people I’ve met in my life who have said to me, “you’re vegetarian? What do you eat?” Since cutting out eggs and dairy, I’ve been asking myself that question a lot too. What do I eat? What can I eat? The answer has been a lot of tofu. Also burritos. And carrots with cashew “cheese” sauce. And a lot of fruit. And Larabars. I’ve been destroying Larabars. But it hit me today (because I forgot to buy more ingredients for my tofu scramble, so I was scrambling to come up with something else–hence breakfast burritos) that in a few months, this will feel as normal to me as vegetarianism has felt for the past thirteen years. I didn’t even realize until now that it has been that long. And it will be nice to have that habit, to not have to think about it, to know that the answer when I’m asked “what do you eat?” will still be the same. The answer is “food.”