It's one of those blogs to show the people who bullied you in elementary school how much you've change, or inspire those who want to change in order to show those who bullied them in elementary school how much they've changed. It's a spiteful record to lash out at the idea that you're incapable of making the correct decision.

Not that there are unsupportive forces in my life, but honestly, can I tell you how many times I've been discouraged from exercising? The only encouraging forces exist on TV and in self-help stories you read that are connected to your facebook feed.
You lucky bastards who have naturally high metabolism smoke and drink and accept us with the slower-working systems as we are.
The strange thing is, you have to be yourself. And although I do not look it, I've always found a sort of freedom in non-competitive exercise. Like swimming. Or biking. Or even being in MARCHING BAND.
Here I am, jogging and enjoying a sense of peace and freedom and looking to spot 3 months down the line when the results begin to show.
So what have been the barriers, outside of my own stubbornness?

OH Here we go! Callin' y'all out on having partial responsibility.

"I know of people who started jogging and had heart attacks"
"You could get shin splints"
"Adam world is all 'mehh movies and mehhh P90x'"
"You have better things to concentrate on."

Wow, really?

In a family with a history of diabetes, you'd think people would "get" it.

I'm at my highest weight, somewhere around 240, when I should be at 185. It's no big deal, I've actually done this before: put my mind towards a healthier body and lifestyle, and made it work.
To be honest, I met and fell in love with a beautiful girl and I guess maybe constant, uh, well, "lovin'" made me lose track of my body in calibration with what was healthy for it. (I mean, you know how relationship weight gain works...)
THAT and she had EXCELLENT metabolism, and I love that she loved me and my body because it was who I was, although really, as stated before, I love certain forms of exercise. That's who I am.

This isn't going to be the story of how I overcame all odds to find a healthier me. In fact, a lot of that happened in 2007, when I did this for the first time.
This is a record of my progress. I have no relationship, no schoolwork, and I've pushed and tested myself and delved into my talents and found a community of friends and the ability to communicate with and take part in the unknown. I've got a couple cool jobs, experience and just the right amount of personal free time to read, exercise and make music in the evening.
Just like back in elementary school days or something (yeah, the ones with the bullies, where there was still a sense of beauty in the world despite them).
I'm in a great place to take this on.

What I ask in sharing this is that you take it as your friend communicating with you about a subject that is very important to him.
Much in the same way a person learns to play an instrument, puts it away and then gets rusty, I'm trying to find -- better yet I'm FINDING -- the relationship with my body that others might think is unimportant, possibly because they already understand theirs.
I'm just happy to take on this hobby for the summer, and, hopefully, in spite of hibernation tendencies, beyond it.