What Weighs More? Your Body or Heart?

I am 5'10, 310 lbs.

Why am I telling you this? Because I am happy with who I am. I am happy with how I look. I am not looking to change my outside appearance though it will probably happen. I want you to know, that you are perfect exactly the way you are. Thick thighs, stick arms, big booty, flat ass, boobs, belly, chin(s). Tall, short, fat, thin, funny ears, crooked nose... You. Are. Perfect.

Now on to my actual reason for posting...

I joined a gym.

Ok, I joined the Y. Mostly for the pool. But I joined.

Today was my first day in the actual gym. I had a fitness orientation with Carla and learned how to properly use the machines. I explained to Carla that I was just looking to increase my energy to keep up with my 3 year old. Really I need to quadruple my energy and do everything on rollerblades to keep up with her, but its a start right?

Little does anyone know, I used to run. Like for fun, not just away from my problems. Though I did that too. After some asthma complications and medication related weight gain, I just never got back into it. My trainer, Carla, recommended the treadmill since running had been something I liked doing. Obviously I wasn't going to get on and run for an hour, but a brisk walk for 10 minutes felt good.

None of the cartoonish things I envisioned happening happened. I didn't fly backwards off the end of the treadmill. The machine didnt malfunction throwing me into a arm flailing run of death. I wasn't surrounded by macho guys flexing talking about supplements and protein bars and calling each other "Dude" and "Broski". Though I was completely out done by a little old lady in a mint green track suit.

I also learned a few of the strength training machines. I wasn't squished under a giant weight, I didn't fall off the machine, and to my surprise I walked out of the gym still able to move.

Slow and sweaty... I mean steady, right?