[mrnoodle]

I have gotten woefully out of shape in the last 5 years. Not having a physically demanding job, combined with the RA and a liking for potato chips and sodie water, has added a good 25 pounds. It's nothing but fat, too. I have twiglike arms and legs, and a beer gut that forbids tucked-in shirts. I'm quite mesmerizing when nekkid.

I need to work out desperately, but when I tried to do pushups the other day, I could only do 2. Two. Not so long ago, it was 100 a day, with 100 crunches. Now, it would take me 12 hours to get 100 pushups done, and I'd be bedridden the next day. Ding! I've identified a possible cause of the intermittent depression -- the knowledge that it will take a good 6 months of hard work to get even halfway in shape. Gah. I hate working out.

Seize the day, laebedahs. While your motivation is up, take full advantage of it -- I'm trying to regain the mindset that you have now, and it's a big leap. I know that once I can make a habit of living healthier, it won't seem so bad. But damned if I can take that first step.

Oo. There's leftover halloween candy on the table by the coffee machine at work. brb.