

Fast forward several months later to Oct. 29th, 2007. I am now a proud dad of daughter that is only 18 days old. My wife and I had just got done remodeling the house that we bought and had gone 3 months without a kitchen. I was now sitting in my doctor's office waiting to see my doctor and my name was called. The first thing the assistant does is take me to the scale to weigh me. I help her out by moving the big weight to 200, since I know I weigh at least 200 pounds. She started moving the little weight to 205, then 210, then 220, and finally stopped at 225! Are you kidding me? I now weighed 225 pounds. This was the heaviest I had ever been. I felt like crawling in a hole, though I'm not sure I would have fit.
Here's my quest on how I battled back...








