Tonight, i'm sitting on my couch with my laptop placed in a half-hazard manner on my lap, thinking about life, love and the ever after.  I just started working out.  Tonight I went to the gym and made it through 40 minutes.  Not quite the hour I was hoping for, but coming 20 minutes shy of that goal still made me happy. 

When I started this venture, I felt so nervous.  Here I am, 100 pounds overweight and joining a gym.  Walking through the door for my first workout felt a little like having sex for the first time.  I wanted to do it, but I wasn't sure if I would really enjoy it the first couple of times.

The good thing is, despite all the nervousness pent up inside of me, the experience wasn't horrible.  I actually enjoyed sweating it out.  The weird thing is, I kept worrying about my heart rate.  I've been worried about my heart for some time now, because of my sleep apnea.  I worry that i've done major damage.  I don't really have a reason to feel this way, but hey… you never know!

As cliche as this is going to sound, I felt better after going to the gym.  I'm sore, sweaty and tired but I feel better… and hungry.  I'm resisting temptation from raiding the fridge.  I'd like nothing more right now than to get a bowl of ice cream.  I think i'll grab a glass of water instead.

Over the next year, I plan to keep my progress up to date on this blog.  I'd really like to be my own inspiration.  Thin is going to feel so good when i'm done with me!