Staying Fit

I must remark here that one of the consequences of medical therapy for mental health maladies includes medications that do have side effects.  In 2004, my weight was about 220 pounds.  Over the next year and upon taking the medication Risperdal, I gained weight to the extent of weighing about 255 pounds.  I remain at that weight today.  I must admit that one does look at another persons pannus these days to determine their health and industry.  Right?  I have had a number of friends upon greeting me immediately observe my abdominal size and seem to make a mental assessement of "what Ive been up to".  This is godless heresy. Did I not already describe it once before earlier in this blog?  I think I called it pony snatcher syndrome.  (they want to take your pony away so you dont hurt it by sitting upon the horse). 
Anyhow, I must say that it is unfortunate these days as to how shallow and perverse some in our society have become regarding weight management issues.  I report that my diet is probably about 2400 calories a day.  Maybe less.  I am not a guy who frequents the kitchen often. I usually eat about 2 meals a day.   I realize that today a physician is supposed to "look" the embodiment of physical health.  Is this too much to expect?  What about genetics? What about those on medications that alter their metabolism?  I do not report having a sloppy or unformed image and bodily habitus. I am comfortable in my girth. 
I do believe that exercise is useful.  I was very big on an active lifestyle from my youth to probably age 35.  I spent years swimming laps for at least 30 minutes at a time and up to an hour.  I spent years playing racquetball and dare I add some slightly less than rigourous golfing outings (thought many I walked).  I never was a student athlete, but I did feel that exercise was useful. I lifted weights from say age 16 to ages maybe 28.   I may go back to the gym now. I have a membership.  I think I'm going to do more swimming perhaps. I actually went out and ran the other day.  All 255 pounds of my body hitting the pavement and propelling myself foward at a rate of maybe a 10-11 minute mile.   That said it was not too bad.  I felt so much stronger in my arms and my legs upon a short maybe 3/4 mile run.  Some walking too. I was not winded. But I will say that my legs tired.  I was excited to see that my lungs were able to stretch to a great capacity and enjoy a good deal of respiratory exchange.  Thats pretty neat. I probably made a great set of lungs with my yesteryear work outs.   So that said, lets go to the gym, if not at least a few times a month!. Thanks!