"Honestly, I don't know," I responded. Embarrassingly, I really didn't know the answer.
"Go step on the scale," my father prompted.
We were in the middle of loading everything I owned into the moving truck. I'd just graduated college, and spent the last few months enjoying the summer. But, now it was time for me to move to Greenville, SC to start my first grown-up job.
I walked into the house, and stepped on the scale. It read 225 pounds...
While I've never considered myself to have been in great shape, I'd never been outright fat.
That's me second from the left...with the belly and the nice manboobs

