Apparently one of the other things I’m used to doing is commuting.  I’m a Native New Yorker, who has lived in the city (read, Queens and the Bronx) for over 30 of my 39 years on this earth.  I’m a public transportation dude who once even set out to take every train end-to-end, just because.  I also love playing the quintessential New York City sport, handball, and I bowled in a league for 8 years.  I never did any ‘real’ exercise for the sake of doing exercise, I just was doing my thing and the exercise just came along with it.

About 9 months ago, after being unemployed over a year and a half, I took a job offer in Sierra Vista, Arizona.  My commute went from a 10 minute walk to the train to a 15-second walk to the car.  My weekly handball games disappeared, as there are no outdoor courts here.  The local bowling alley was being renovated, and when the renovations were done, I called up and all the leagues were full.  The most exercise I got was the occasional 15-minute walk to the grocery store.

I pretty much ate the same things I ate in New York (though not as much pizza) and just went on with my life, watching the belt hole go from #4 to #3 to #2, feeling pants getting tighter and blaming it on the dryer…

Finally a couple of weeks ago, there is the number 178.  Right then and there, I called up my friend, Dr. Whitt-Glover, and voila!  Here I am!  With a pedometer on my hip and a goal–150 by 40.  I turn 40 on June 25th.  Will I be able to change my lifestyle enough to make it?  And if I do meet my goal, will I be able to maintain it?  The answers to those questions, and more, will be answered right here in this blog…

Peace and love, yall

–Scott

P.S.–I kept it short!