I grew up in Texas, and have been overweight my entire life - it's a part of every memory that I have. Even when it's a small part of a bigger memory, it's still there and still brings back those feelings of embarrassment, frustration, or sadness. I remember my mom taking me shopping in the "husky" section of the clothing store, and how it was sometimes difficult to find a Cub Scout uniform in the right size. I remember what it was like to struggle through every gym class, and to be the last one that finished doing laps each morning. I remember the first time I was afraid to get on a roller coaster, because I might be too big. I remember my grandmother taking me to a hypnotist when I was a pre-teen to see if that would help, and I remember worrying that I'd mess up a friend's wedding photos by being the biggest person in them. The thing I remember most, though, was feeling helpless. Nothing I tried worked for long, and I think I tried it all...