Tipping the scale at 300 lbs. in 2002, "I was depressed. I allowed myself to become sedentary and uncaring. Clearly, I was so obese that I needed medical help." Photo by: Mark Mainz / Getty
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So I went to see several doctors and submitted to [a] complete health assessment. I didn't have any of the life-threatening ailments associated with obesity, but I was very much at risk of developing them. I needed complete medical intervention and supervision in a weight-loss and long-term health plan.

I started reading about different weight loss plans, from pills to surgery. I decided I wouldn't be an advocate for any because I couldn't take the chance that someone who had a different body might follow the programs I chose but have a tragic result.

[I will say that] there are three things on which every health professional and diet guru agree, and those are working for me: portion control, nutritional balance, exercise. At my heaviest, I never exercised. The first straw [that drove me to exercise] had to do with my asthma inhaler. I know this is the vainest reason in the world – when I went out in the evening, the thing took up too much space in my purse. (As I write, it's been over two years that I haven't used an inhaler.)

The second straw was the ability to cross my legs. I didn't have it. I'm not talking about looking good crossing my legs, oh no, darling, I'm talking about being able to do it at all.

The third straw? I wanted to be able to put on my own necklace. When you're heavy, to stretch your arms out and keep them up while you fasten your necklace is hard. I put on my own necklace now.

I met Al when I'd lost about 50 lbs. and was losing more. I was ready. I liked my body more, and I felt so much better.