My scale confirmed things when I returned home; I'd blown up to the size of an NFL tight end. Minus the height, muscle, athleticism, and salary. With nagging back and neck injuries, I couldn't dive into circuit training or weights like I could in the past. Nope, I was going to have to do this literally one step at a time.
So that's my life right now. Walking miles before dawn, running in brief spurts (mostly when I encounter hot chicks, so as to not appear as pathetically out of shape), and jumping rope because, well, I figure it can't hurt. I know a beach body isn't in the cards for me this summer, but I'd be more than happy if I could get there by New Year's.