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22 Years of Sedentarism. Help me live.
It's quite difficult to explain my body type. At this point, I'm an amorphous mass of weirdly allocated fat. So, a little bit of context.
I've always been a shame to my Puertorican ancestors. I'm anti-social, unfit, and most sinfully, one "moon-tan" away from being albino. I've achieved this exotic physique by spending, at the very least, a good 3/4'ths of my life behind a screen, playing games. I've always had difficulty eating, and never ate (or eat) on time. My exercise literally consisted only of whatever embarrassment PE class held for me during elementary and high school. I'd occasionally try some practice shots at the nearest basketball court. Maybe there's a couple of other instances of putting some sort of strain on my body.
When I got to college, any little physical activity got thrown out the window in exchange for my Animation Degree. I made some bad friends at my art university, and drove myself to the singular darkest point of my life. I attempted suicide through a very grim and lonely game of Russian Roulette. I'll leave the rest of that chapter undisclosed because this isn't the place for it. This dark point of my life took me an entire year to recover from. But I remember going to my apartment's gym at one point during the first few months after my incident, it was very small and mostly empty. I fiddled around with the machines and really found some relief leaving my house for the gym. 5 days a week. For about two months. I was in a leave of absence from my university, so I had nothing but the gym, and my games. Something about those two months felt magical. I was seeing progress. As ****ty and disjointed and random as my training routine was, I was finally seeing myself grow. I had another relapse of depression (because of unrelated reasons) for a while, and stopped going. Fast forward 10 months and I graduated. I then decided to take a break from developing my talent. I started working some part time jobs and... here I am.
I haven't done a single animation shot in over a year
I haven't had a relationship in years
I don't know how to hang out
I am CONSTANTLY self-doubting every past, present, and future decision I take.
And what do I do every day? Play games, toke, and sleep.
The reason why I'm here is because I remember how it felt to go to the gym. I remember how it felt to look in the mirror for a legitimate reason. I remember how it felt to process things clearly in my mind. I understand how indisputably crucial it is for an active life-style.
But I'm a do or die kind of guy. And I want to have a plan for next time I go to the gym. Eff that, I want a project. I legitimately want to bring myself back to life through strength training. I want to animate with confidence, because I'm no longer afraid. I want to talk to people with a silver tongue. I don't ever want to fall in this hole, pitying my weak ass, as I've been for these past few years.
One problem tho... I don't have the faintest sliver of an idea where to start.
I'm desperate enough to throw money at a program like NerdFitness or Bony to Beastly. But at the same time, I just have this insane gut cramp telling me these are all scams.
Anything you guys can offer to this complete exercise newcomer means everything and more.
*Pics of my amoeba-lookin-ass silhouette down below*