Hell Has A New Name. . . . . The GYM!!!!!!

Ok so once I got to school, I made sure that I made some time to start hitting the gym. I had no type of plan, no type of routine. I just went in there and hoped for the best. The first day was complete torture. For one thing, I almost broke every bone in my body. It took me a while to get the hang of the stairmaster, I looked like a damn fool on this machine and yup people were laughing at me *cough* douchebags *cough*. But anywho, after a few tries I finally the thing to working. Then it was on to pushups and..... yeah it was shaking my head kind of moment. That first day, I did about five, in total. I put it in my head that I couldn't anymore than that, so I went back to my dorm. The next morning, my entire body ached, I honestly never felt that way before in my life. But as the saying says "no pain, no gain" and I kept it moving. The new plan was to step my cardio game up, then worry about the lifting weights part later. There was no set goal, I just wanted to lose as much weight as I possibly could so I wouldn't die. Of course I wanted to be healthy, but the fear of dying really put things into perspective for me. So I kept it moving...