I just read a heinous blog post by somebody about “fatties” at the gym who “clog up the equipment for more concentrated/determined humans, and ultimately achieve zero ends via their confused and disjointed exercise routines.” That sums up why I’ve never gone to a gym, ever. In any case…

So, I’m down 100 pounds. That’s awesome, but it’s not enough. I could just continue to eat better and let my drastically reduced stomach do its magic, but then I’d be wasting this wonderful tool I’ve been given. So, this weekend I started exercising. Aside from one summer where I played Pop Warner football, I’ve never had a daily exercise routine. I have no idea what I’m doing, and my body is a lot weaker than it was before surgery. Most of that is probably due to me not pushing myself to be more active before now, but…better late than never, right?

Saturday, I did 20 incline push-ups using my bathroom sink. Yes, the incline makes it easier, but I’m 315 pounds, and I don’t mind the help until I get stronger. Yesterday, I bumped that to 50. This morning, I’ve done 30 (I’ll do 20 more later today), with 30 situps and a bunch of leg lifts. This may be the wrong way to go about things – as stated, I’m clueless about this sort of thing. But I’m trying.

If you have any suggestions, I’m all ears. I plan to eventually get to doing DDP Yoga, but I can’t afford the DVDs at the moment, so that’s going to be a bit. I have a couple of goals I’m working towards now. One is to be under 250 by the time by birthday rolls around in November. I think with the diet and exercise combined, I can get there. The other…I’m keeping under wraps for now. If I achieve that one, the 250 is in the bag.

Please leave your thoughts, suggestions, etc. I’d love to hear them!

-Scott