This is not an easy post to write. It's hard to talk about the fact that I was at my all time heaviest on January 1, 2019. I know there's probably some value in writing down and sharing the number with the world, but I'm not going to do that. My weight is a number. An embarrassingly high number, but a number nonetheless. Here's what I am willing to disclose. First, let's take a look at this picture. It was taken at my family Christmas party. I love it and hate it all at once. I love it because this is my family (minus Gage's girlfriend, who couldn't join us because she had a party of her own to attend). You can tell something just happened that everyone found funny. I mean, look at those smiles, they're not fake. There's laugh lines visible on each face. I love this! But then I notice how I look and some of my joy in this photo fades. My face is as round as the moon. My waist is thick. I look puffy and overweight because I am.