Whoa, went to the gym last night for a swim. It was packed. Beyond normally fully, we're talking "to the gills" full. Stupid New Year's Resolutions. People, you know you're going to abandon ship some time in the next few weeks. Stop early. Give me space to park and room to get in a flip-turn or two.
Don't get me wrong. I know you're trying and you do and should get props for that, but here is a hint: don't try to make up all the workouts you've missed in the last 10 years one month. You can't. Just start-up slow and go from there. 2 hours every night will make your heart explode and make you hate the idea of getting up off your butt. 30-minutes, that what I'm asking you to limit yourself to until you're truly able to do more.
Don't tell me about the freak diet you're on while attempting to drop down to mearly obese from the "need to be buried in a piano case" size you're currently at. I don't care. You're going about it all wrong. Carbs are actually good for you... as is fat and protein. Here's another hint: it doesn't matter so much what you eat. Try eating less! That combined with the 30 minutes will do the trick.
I hate January at the gym.
/end rant.