So...
I'm actually pretty good at making a long story longer, so I'll do my best to keep these ruminations brief (lest I bore anyone away). I'm 39 years old, married and a father of two boys (5 and 17 months). My boys have only known me fat, so they don't have a frame of reference to back when I was a pretty good lookin' guy. I guess to them, I'm Superman, so they don't care. For my wife, on the other hand, it's a slightly different story.
When she and I met, I was a portly 260lbs.