Super Sized Me! (alternatively, "Fatty, Fatty, two-by-four...")

I'm fat.
Seriously.  I need to lose some weight.
I was always a skinny kid.  I graduated high school at 115 pounds.--->
In college I worked at Golden Corral and ate 16 oz Sirloins an inch thick for lunch every day.
Hey - they were half price! And did I mention I was 115 pounds?
Then, when I graduated, I had gained about 60 pounds.  Not good.
Hard to adjust to being a fat kid after spending SO many years being the disgustingly skinny kid.
One thing remains the same - you keep your shirt on at the swimming pool.  Just, for a different reason.
For posterity, and the sake of total humiliation, I'll mention that I have weighed as much as 195.
I'll bet that today I'm around 192 or so.
I'm 5'8".
I don't eat that badly.  I don't really move around that much, either, though.
My family has a history of heart disease unto death.
The other side has a history of diabetes and high cholesterol (and male pattern baldness - but I've given up all hope in that arena) - so I'm doubly cursed.
I probably need to lose around 40 or 50 pounds.
Yesterday, Abz and I went to the YMCA to once again renew our workout regimen, only to be told that our previously complimentary (b/c of a relationship with our church) membership had lapsed and would not be renewed.  Not for free, anyway.
Now, some people would see that as God letting them off the hook.
Saying, "I got this one.  Don't worry - I'll take care of it.  Sit back down and watch a couple more seasons of The West Wing.  Invite friends!"
Instead we chose to look around for a gym closer to home.
Which we did.
And found a 7 day trial.
Which begins today.
So here I go home to change my clothes so I can get my run on.
While I begin a new season of The West Wing... on my iPod.
God is good.

After that - boiled chicken, steamed vegetables and the antepenultimate episode of LOST!