At a time when politicians are targeting trans people to rile up their base, little gestures matter On May 1, I took steps — literally — to improve my health.
Earlier in the year, I had seen a cardiologist for the first time. He did a stress test and some other tests. I’d been having an irregular heartbeat — premature ventricular contractions that were disconcerting.
I’ve had them for a while, and they worried me. I was afraid to work out or stress my heart, so I didn’t. But I also kept eating, and I put on weight.
Not good. My question to my doc was, “Can I safely exercise?” He said “yes.” So, like Forrest Gump, I started walking. I made it a half mile that first day.