I desperately need to lose a lot of weight. I just turned 33, I'm 5'5", and currently weigh in around 325. Crikey. I was around this weight in high school, dropped a solid hundred pounds or so in the first couple of years after graduating, and then over the past decade, have slowly re-added all of that weight in various times. I always seem to plateau out for a while, and then have one little stretch where for some reason or another I'll add 20 pounds or so. Thankfully I topped out around this time last year, stopped gaining from the most recent bout, and even lost about 10 pounds or so last fall when I cut the majority of pop/soda out of my diet. I weigh myself at work, and pretty much all of this year I've wavered in this 325-330 range. I have the long term goal of wanting to at least get back to the 200 I was at 12 years ago when I moved to this town; right now, I'm trying to cut that into smaller segments and just shoot for nice small milestones. I'm at least happy that whatever I was doing to gain weight again, I stopped, and at this point, I'd just be happy to see that number start turning around and slowly go back down again.
I've tried a few times in the past year to get myself onto some kind of workout regimen and keep failing out of it. I joined the local gym here last winter, went a few times a week in the first month, slowly started going less and less, and now haven't been up there in way longer than I want to even think about (especially since I'm still paying for the membership...). I tried starting C25K earlier this summer, but after a couple of trips out, I realized I'm in no position to entertain the thought of running/jogging. I did start getting out and walking a few times a week earlier this summer, but then the hot-ass stretch of weather came around and who wants to go out in that? (lame excuse, I know.) I had started the DDPYOGA workout a few weeks ago, but it quickly became boring when it was just doing the same thing every day. Plus, in the last month, I've been a little extra busy getting out and living life, doing stuff with my friends, camping, concerts, band practice, etc. In the end, there's always a bad excuse why not to get out and put the work in, and the punishment for making excuses is continued living in this fat, horrible body.
Know what? F that. It's not much, and it's 3 AM in the morning (damn you, Eminem), but I'm going out walking right now. No good reason not to, right?