They say that life begins at 40. For me, I would have to say that life actually began about eight years before age 40: October 29, 2003, while I was 32 years old, to be exact. That was the day that my daughter Meghan was born and my life changed forever. But “life begins at 32” doesn't have quite the same ring to it. Besides, I decided to change a few things in my life after Meghan came along. I used to joke that my wife had the baby, but I had all the cravings. And when Meghan was born, I weighed a little north of 400 pounds. Don't ask me how it happened. I couldn't tell you. It just happens, trust me. I tried a lot of different diets over the next few years. Some with a little success, others with not as much success. By the time I reached my 36th birthday, I was floating back and forth between around 330 and 360 pounds. On top of that, I had three of my closest friends suddenly die all within that same year. Their ages were 36, 38 and 39. They're all truly great people who are missed every day. All of them seemed to be in better shape than me, I might add. I have to admit that I was beginning to worry that if I didn't get my weight down in a healthy way...and FAST...I wouldn't be around long enough to see my own life begin at 40. Or at any other age for that matter...