Happy Pride Month, day 11, cooking

11. I'm proud of cooking all my food. I struggled with getting organized around food and meals well into my thirties, but I had to figure it out when I realized my food needed to be gluten-free, and then nightshade-free. I have a rhythm of going to the farmers market and making batches of stir-fry and rice for a few days at a time. It helps to work at home, and to live in an area with great fresh food, and to have an income that supports buying what I need.

I eat what's healthy for me, and I'm proud of paying attention to my constraints and managing to make it work. I don't claim that my choices would be healthy for anyone else, or that eating a constrained diet is better in any way. And I do not restrict calories! (I had a neighbor who said I might as well since I have so many other restrictions, with a side order of fat-shaming. Um, NO.)

It's awkward to bring food with me for bike rides and other events where other people just stop at a cafe or eat what's provided. It would be wonderful to have more choices and be able to partake of the cornucopia of restaurants in this area. And it's worth minding my constraints so that I don't feel terrible.