Have you thought of hiring a trainer twice a week (at about $50 an hour), and trying a consistent work out schedule for 3 months or so? Some low-impact aerobic activity (bicycle, stairmaster) would be a great start. And the right trainer can be a huge motivational aid (I hear).
P.S. BTW, I'm not one of those endorphin freaks you read about who gets off on working out. In fact, I think I'm constitutionally endorphin-deprived. I had this realization on the stairmaster last month at about 5:45 AM. I realized that I was not at all enjoying myself, and in fact that at that moment I really only wanted to be sleeping. Moreover, I realized that I wasn't working out because I care how my body looks or because I was interested in the long-term health benefits. No, I was on that stairmaster solely to impress women.
Petty? Perhaps. But it's nice to remember when my alarm sounds at 5:15 that I have millions of years of evolution pushing to get me up.
On Saturday, August 09, Rohit Khare <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
>> gymming that I am now *one hundred and three* Whoppers less of a man
>> than I used to be nine weeks ago when I joined MCI. Another week, and
>> I'll be back to where my driver's license claims I am :->
>By comparison, though, I just checked downstaris in the bookstore, and
>281 is still morbidly obese, more than double the mean. Well, I'm not
>one to be within one standard deviation of *anything*, I guess...