I remember not being able to do a pull-up one year. I was really fat. Went to the park, saw the monkey bars and tried one for old time's sake, but failed. That made me so angry, I just stuck out my balls and did one, red-faced and sloppy, for spite. Started doing them every night and didn't lose any weight (which I now understand) but did get up to 40 reps by the end of that year. I did it "incorrectly" by body-building standards. I just walked to the park every single night after dinner, rarely taking any days to recover. Perhaps my vast fat reserves and living on ramen noodles, beer and weed made muscle recovery easier somehow. That, and abjectly disquieted, forlorn, tormented and infinite teenage rage concentrated and refined into a purity that would have killed lesser men even in their prime. The kind of anger that wakes you up in the night because all you feel is oppression and rejection, watching rich kids go to college and get cell phones, girlfriends and basically have a perfect life handed to them through no merit of their own, knowing you've done nothing to deserve the dirt life you were handed by incompetent parents and a lackluster education. That's motivation, healthy or not.
Steak, eggs, potatoes - fruits, nuts, berries and forage. Coconut milk and potent herbs and spices. Tea instead of coffee now and teeny amounts of kelp daily. Let's see how this does! Not really had dairy much, and gut seems better for it.