Of goal setting and my insulated six pack.

If I had to pick one thing that has happened to me over the past few months in the spirit of reflection, it would be that I'm having the curious experience of the cementing of my identity.  Now I don't know what exactly it means to have a secure identity and to be honest I hope that my identity is never really cemented exactly.  Because that would be a very boring existence.  But I am loving being secure in the current condition of my identity and the fact that it will be ever changing. 
So I've been struck with a bit of a goal setting bug lately and I don't want to be a setter of empty goals which I've tended towards in the past.  Im a dreamer and a planner and typically not one to follow through on plans.  I live a simple life, dancing through a simple existence.  And elaborate goals aren't part of that life. 
But some goals must be.  And I know now that in the past, I've not been bold enough or confident enough; I just haven't had the balls. Now though, it is becoming easier to figure out what I want to commit to and what is just a dream; what I really want and what is really important. 
And so when I say I want to learn italian or to hike across the states or to run a marathon, i think for the first time ever i may be serious.  maybe, or maybe i am just becoming a bit homesick or this is the way that my homesickness is going to present itself.  But I hope it is for real.  And then again, if I dont fulfill these goals, were they  really so important to me to begin with?
On a side note, but a slightly related side note, I've been talking myself into a loving relationship with my body.  A relationship that is accepting and understanding and forgiving.  One that values fitness over emaciation.  And while writing this I realize how odd it might seem that I talk to my body, we have conversations a lot of the time.  Being in a culture that loves to eat and enjoy life and relax, it is a new experience for me to join Italians in their gusto for eating and drinking.  And in a way, this is the perfect place for me to learn to eat again.  To watch those around me and take my cues from them. 
Am I getting a little pudgy? I don't really know.  But what I do know I that the wine last night was amazing and that I love cheese and pasta and olive oil.  I also know that I am letting myself play outside a lot.  I can only hope that it won't get too cold too fast.  But i hear that the inevitable is happening this weekend. 
Im still toying with the whole school issue... I wish I could get some solid advice but I dont know who to ask.  The mom has been a bit MIA the past few days and I think I'd want to bring it up with her first.  After all, I'd probably end up back in her house if I went through with it.