There is no right way to get to where you want to get. There is just a way. I started losing a lot of weight in mosh pits. I had no idea on how to even start losing weight. I was ashamed of how big I was and angry. Angry as fuck. So what better place to start? I was at every metal festival. Out at the white rabbit and scout bar almost every week, in them pits, drenched in sweat, jumping, pushing, shoving, walking out of every show like my body had just been mangled in a car wreck. Then I brought it home… I still remember the first day I felt like a idiot, when I locked myself in my room in a hoodie and sang along to every song of Slipknots Subliminal Verses and jumped around performing on my imaginary stage, lost in my own world. I felt stupid, but it felt amazing. Then it was album after album I learned, Deftones, Mudvayne, Seether, Hatebreed, Pantera, Alice In Chains, Metallica. I locked myself up and preformed them all and I got my body addicted to that adrenaline and physicality. It was AFTER that, that I went out to the tracks, got myself a punching bag, played basketball into the late hours of the night, picked up a weight, looked for that physical job. Again, there is no right or wrong way to doing things your OWN way.