Let me tell you about the moment I stopped pretending everything was fine.
I’m 5'11" and I weighed in at 244.3 pounds on December 30th, 2025. BMI of 34.1. That puts me squarely in the “Obese Class I” category, which is a fun thing to read about yourself on a chart. The honest truth is I’d been hovering around 250 for a while, and I’d been telling myself all the usual stories. “I’ll start Monday.” “It’s the holidays.” “I’m big-boned.” You know the script.
But something clicked. Not in a dramatic, movie-montage kind of way. More like a quiet, embarrassing realization that I literally could not do a proper pushup. Not one. At 250 pounds, trying to lower yourself to the ground and push back up is, let’s just say, humbling.
Wall Pushups and Feeling Like a Wimp #
I found this program called Hybrid Calisthenics, and the whole philosophy is to start where you actually are, not where your ego says you should be. So step one is wall pushups. You stand in front of a wall and push against it. It feels absolutely ridiculous. Like, my grandmother could do this. But here’s the thing: at 250 lbs, even a wall pushup is moving 250 lbs. The leverage changes as you progress to incline, then knee, then full pushups, but the work is real at every stage.
I kept telling myself that. The work is real at every stage.
Quitting the Poison #
Two weeks before I started exercising, on December 15th, I quit Diet Coke. Cold turkey. I’d been drinking it like water for years, and I knew it had to go. No dramatic intervention, I just stopped buying it. Day 1, no soda. Then day 2. Then a week. Then two weeks.
By the time I started the exercise streak on December 28th, I was already 13 days clean. Turns out quitting soda was the easier habit to build. The exercise part, that was going to take more work.
The 90-Day Bet #
Here’s what I decided: I’m going to exercise every single day for 90 days straight. Not two hours at the gym. Not some insane CrossFit routine. Just 10 to 15 minutes of intentional movement. Yoga, calisthenics, a walk. Something. Every day. The goal isn’t to become a bodybuilder, it’s to prove to myself that I can show up consistently.
Day 1 was December 28th. Yoga and calisthenics. Day 2, same thing. Day 3, I weighed in at 244.3 and saw those numbers staring back at me. Day 4, New Year’s Eve, I did 34 minutes of yoga and calisthenics at 5 AM because I didn’t want to exercise at 5 AM but I knew if I didn’t do it then, it wouldn’t happen.
I felt it in my arms and hips afterward. I was more awake. Mostly ready to start the day. Glad I knocked it out.
The Dashboard #
Because I’m a nerd, I immediately started building a fitness tracking dashboard. Streak counters, weight charts, BMI calculations, activity logs, food logs. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to document every miserable, wonderful, frustrating step of it.
The targets I set for myself:
- Under 1,800 calories a day
- 140 to 160 grams of protein
- 25 to 35 grams of fiber
- Exercise every single day, minimum 10 to 15 minutes
- No soda, ever
At 244.3 lbs, I need to lose about 30 pounds just to exit the “Obese” category at 215. My target range is 180 to 200, which is somewhere between 44 and 64 pounds away. The stretch goal is 160, which I have almost no memory of ever weighing.
Why “Skinny Bitch”? #
Because everyone is a skinny bitch. You, me, the guy at the gym who can bench 300, the dad with the beer gut who just wants to keep up with his kids. We’re all just showing up and trying. The name is a joke, but the work isn’t.
This is Day 4. I have 86 more to go on the streak. I’m starting from wall pushups and logging every meal I eat. I have no idea if this is going to work, but I know one thing for sure: I showed up today.
That’s the whole point.