In January 2015, I weighed 233 pounds. It was the heaviest I'd ever been. I'd started to let myself go after my mom passed away two years earlier. On a typical day, I woke up and had three to four slices of toast with butter. At 11 a.m., I'd start snacking on cookies to satisfy me until lunchtime. For lunch, I'd have a ham and cheese sandwich and a bag of chips. After work, I'd eat pizza with cheese sticks and garlic bread. I was out of control.