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Exercise

I've never been the one to exercise a lot.  When I was younger, like most younger people, I didn't have to do it so much because the good ole metabolism was still working at full speed.

The job I had before leaving and finishing up school kept me active, or at least on most days standing.  Once I didn't have that and was just working at a desk all day along with getting older the weight started to go up.

I never got "fat", but got sluggish.  I was not a fan of this, but when I tried exercising late last year, I didn't really lose any weight.  This could have been because I was regaining the muscle that I had let go, but that's just an excuse. 

When I broke almost two months ago, it helped me start losing weight.  Eating less has a tendency of doing that.  But I also started exercising at this time too, mostly out of anger. 

I've always tried to walk and use the standing desk twice a day at work to keep for just sitting all day.  But I started adding exercises to actually help with my upper body.  My arms and shoulders are probably at the strongest they've ever been, which is sad to say. 

Most of this was just using a resistance band.  I never said that I will be one of those people with huge muscles that take their pictures and post it to Facebook to show off how buff they are.  I'd probably look rather ridiculous.  I also have small hands, so big muscles would just make that even more painfully obvious.

But, I figure I might as well keep it up.  I've been buying some more weights to help get the upper body in better shape.  I haven't forgot about the legs, because they've always been strong.  i do have to figure out how to get rid of the pudge in the belly though.  There's muscle underneath it,  I just have to figure out how to get to it.

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