I looked like I lived on a couch in a donut shop. No matter how much I worked out....No matter how much I dieted....No matter how much I suffered, it didn't matter. I was fat. I know the thin people would look at me and think, "If he would just stop eating all those donuts and get up off the couch once in a while, you would be thin...like meeee ." Ever feel that way? The truth was, I hadn't touched a donut in years. No, for me, if I looked at a carrot, I'd gain weight. I didn't veg on the couch in front of the television either. I was too busy with work and life. I didn't even have cable. I exercised and tried to eat right. Was I perfect? No. Nobody is. But occasional slip ups didn't account for being so overweight. They couldn't. I needed to lose over 100 pounds! I didn't start out fat. I was almost underweight when I was born. Ounces away from the incubator, according to my parents. And I maintained a healthy ...