Since late August I’ve been on a bit of a health and fitness kick.  Honestly, it’s more than a “kick” at this point.  It’s my fucking lifestyle.

Sure my diet isn’t perfect, and I don’t work out 3 hours every day, but I think if I stick pretty close to what I’ve been doing, and remain consistent enough, I can live a very long and satisfying life in terms of my overall health.

I haven’t cut out all bad foods.  Of course not.  I love eating crap.  It tastes wonderful.  The key is to eat this stuff sparingly.

Anyway, I’m the one who makes the conscious choice to eat badly, or “take a day off,” so to speak.  However, often I’ll be around other people when I make this announcement.

“I’m going to be bad now.”  Or I’ll say something like, “I deserve to be bad.”

This is when those around me have to remind me I’m a heterosexual man.   Whatever, I absorb ideas and attitudes from all over our culture, and if guilt over bad eating is something prevalent in the homosexual community, then so be it.

I don’t care!