I'm new here. 44 years old and at the heaviest I have ever been. It's all psychological, too, due to life circumstances. My daughter graduated HS and is now attending college. We don't have much money, so I went to third shift so she could use the car during the day, and after a year, I have seen my emotions and motivation go to almost zero... and I know that it is just an excuse. Recently my exercise has gone to looking at the window to see how nice it is and how wonderful it would feel to get on my bike but the thought of my belly hitting my thighs as I pedal is too much to bear, which tears me up inside because my bicycle used to me my best friend. I know my blood pressure is up and I'm having aches and pains and lack of motion that I can attribute to nothing other than fat. I've had enough and it's time to get moving again. I know I'll have to dig deep to find the strength to exercise when it is much more comforting to curl up in bed when I get home from work after eating yet another heap of frozen foods. Getting started is just so hard. It's embarrassing even to myself that I can't touch my toes or reach the itchy spot on my back because fat blocks my way. I feel like a sausage. I hope I can find something here in this community that can assist me. I don't know what to expect other than my weight loss has got to be done.