Baby Steps: Part II
I went to the gym again yesterday and took some more of those "baby steps" to a healthier me. My time at the gym really solidified two truths:

1) Gym mirrors don't lie. I looked at myself in the mirror as I did some shoulder shrugs and, damn, I'm fat and ugly. I'm shaped like a 6'1" football and my male pattern baldness is making my hair look like a surreal pompadour.

2) There are few things more humiliating than lifting such light weights in a hardcore gym. This isn't a spit-and-polished Bally's that I'm at; powerlifters and serious gym rats work out here. A guy that was built like an NFL linebacker was doing hammer curls with serious weight and I'm doing upright rows with almost no weight because I have to focus on proper lifting form. I know that the heavier weights will come later and I trust my friend who's training me, but my ego is taking some hits.