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Yo! Small steps to big changes? Sounds like a plan to me! Sign me up! Here's my challenge thread! Already did my first workout, and man did I sweat!

Heyo! Thanks to everyone who replied. Getting other people's encouragement really helps make it easier to stay motivated! Just wanted to let people know that I'm doing the June 3rd - July 14th 6 Week Challenge, and you can find my Goal Post here! Hope to see some of you guys along the way!

Go Sicil! Achieve your goals! Don't become a rock! Rocks are boring! Boring things are boring! I don't know where I'm going with this! Oh, right! Go Sicil! Do awesome things! Yeah!

Good luck on your goals! Hope holding that plank works out, I know I was rubbish at them. And running has never been my strong point either... And do well on your exam! Knowledge is power! Hoo-rah!

Aerie: Thanks for the encouragement! Go max on your goals too! Sicil: I'll likely work with the partial success points, and I have a table set up in a word document so I can keep track of my progress. I'll figure out how to do partial grades once I see how I do, though it will likely be along the lines of 100% = full points, 75% = 3/4 points, etc. Once I know how well I did I'll calculate how many points I actually earned. MarkJ: Thanks a bunch! I hope you decide to join in on the fun! Wassermelon: Don't worry, I used to be quite the swimmer as well. Hopefully this will go far in picking that back up.

All righty then! As said in my last post, I've decided to take a more active role in my own life, and this (of course) means doing what I can to get in shape. Yes, yes, round is a shape, but getting into a healthy shape is the goal, not making excuses for not doing things. So, this will be my first six week challenge, and, as such, I'm setting myself a few small, easily attainable goals in order to get things rolling. At the moment, I am: Adventurer Level 1 STR: 2 | DEX: 1 | STA: 1 | CON: 4 | WIS: 5 | CHA: 2 Goals! 1.) Do the 20-minute Hotel Room Workout 3 times a week (Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays). (STR 2, STA 2) 2.) Swim ten lengths of the swimming area, 2 times a week (Tuesdays, Thursdays). (STA 3, DEX 2) 3.) Eat only one dessert per week (Saturday or Sunday treat). (CON 2) 4.) Work on my creative writing for one hour every day. (WIS 3, CHA 1) Commodore_Clement is working with me to make sure I stay on track, but any extra encouragement from anyone else would be greatly appreciated as well.

I'll begin by introducing myself: I am 23 years old, six feet tall and weigh nearly 300 pounds. I currently live in Massachusetts with my parents, and go to a Community College nearby, majoring in Communications. At the moment, I write to you all from upstate New York, where I am working my annual summer job. My story, however, begins nearly a decade ago. When I was thirteen, my father, perhaps the biggest support in my life, gave me a picture frame with this quote in it : "It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat." -Theodore Roosevelt I'm sure many of you have heard this quote, and have your own interpretations, perspectives and personal meanings associated with it. Here is my account of what I've associated with it for many years: I received this from my father one Christmas day in my teenage years, not a few months after failing to summit Mount Jefferson in New Hampshire. My Boy Scout troop took a three day weekend in order to set up camp on a Friday, hike it on Saturday, and leave on Sunday. Of the ten or so boys and four adults, I was the only one who didn't make it to the very top. My father, bless him, was one of the adults, urging me on as I trudged up that mountainside, hating myself for going on the trip and hating everyone else as they seemed to shoot up the trail. By the time I neared the summit, there were no trees to block the strong winds that nearly forced me off my feet. There were only the stones and pebbles underfoot that constantly shifted and slid downhill, making it that much harder to reach the top. With my heavy thoughts and heavy feet, I dug in and refused to continue, not even a hundred yards from the top. My father spent all of half an hour, shouting over the roaring winds, trying to convince me to make that last concerted effort to hit the peak. I'm sorry to say that I refused, and my father was forced to make that last leg alone because of my stubbornness. I gave myself all sorts of excuses why I couldn't make it: I was too tired, my feet hurt, the winds were too strong, etc. etc. etc. In any case, my father returned a few minutes later, and the entire group began our trek back to camp. When my father presented this to me, he included in the frame pictures of that trip, and I immediately associated myself with the critic, not the man in the arena as my father hoped. I was the one who attacked my own self-confidence in my abilities, and began a near decade long cycle of self-deprecation, giving up on my goals, and telling myself I was worthless for giving up on myself. I began finding more reasons to give up on completing important things, from schoolwork to other Boy Scout hikes, all the way to my own Eagle Scout project and college courses. All because I was stuck in a whirlpool of self-loathing and doubt that began back during that hike up a mountainside. For the longest time, this quote wasn't an affirmation of my struggles: it was a constant reminder that no matter how hard I tried, I was my own worst enemy and I would give up on myself before my efforts were rewarded. And despite my parents best efforts at trying to get me back on course, I would constantly sabotage myself because I knew I didn't deserve to succeed. That hike, back when I was just thirteen, shaped my life for nearly ten years. It has only been recently, after failing out of college and taking a year off, that I've begun to take an active role in turning my life around. I began taking classes again at a community college, two for the fall semester and once I passed them with flying colors, four in the spring. This past year, I took four courses both semesters, kept all of them in the A's and B's, and was promised an internship next fall at a local newspaper. Along with that, I've managed to cut off my depression medication and stay stable, and have started to realize something very important. While I may be my own worst enemy, I can also be my very best friend. All it takes is a little change to begin doing something right for yourself, and the first thing I did right was to take a year off of school. I realized during that time that I am worthy of my own attentions, and that the only way things are going to get better is if I stop getting in my own way. Obviously, that revelation hasn't just been a shining beacon that suddenly took all the hardships out of my life. During last fall, I got a job and subsequently lost it due to an idiosyncrasy of mine where I tell people only the good things and leave out the bad until it piles up enough that it's unavoidable. I also had to withdraw from one of my courses, although that was more because of the teacher than my own shortcomings. In any case, before I left home for the fifth summer in a row to head to upstate New York for my summer job, my father challenged me to do something about my health. Currently, I am six feet tall and nearly three hundred pounds, and I have been ever since I was about fifteen. I've tried, with very little results, to change my weight. Each time I've begun an exercise plan, within a week or two my motivation dropped off and the self-loathing cycle kicked in once again. This time, however, I have a secret weapon that will, hopefully, change the status quo. A friend of mine recently introduced me to this site and also dared me to complete a 6 week challenge with him. Although I haven't told him yet, I'm accepting his challenge, and setting a few goals for myself as well. Goals: 1.) Get below 250 pounds by the time I leave my summer job. 2.) Get below 200 pounds by Christmas. 3.) Modify my diet to include more vegetables and fruits, and fewer carbohydrates. 4.) Continue to build my self-esteem through completing challenges and not giving up halfway through. I'd like these goals to be my set-in-stone, no compromise objectives, although I'm sure I'll be setting smaller goals for myself along the way in order to attain these lofty aspirations. In the end, I'd like to make myself into the Man in the Arena, and stop being the critic holding myself back. I know I'll need all the help I can get, and so, I would like to ask for all of your support, encouragement, advice and knowledge in helping me leap from the stands into the stadium. For now, thanks for reading that looong introduction, and I look forwards to meeting and conversing with many of you as I begin this grand new undertaking.