On June 1, 2018, I started my weight-loss journey. I was a morbidly-obese 280 pounds then. Three hundred and sixty-five days later, I defined my journey as being complete. The thing that gave it a profound sense of finality was the passing of my mother, who died the very next day. The day before, at my final weigh-in, I was 189. I had dropped 91 pounds in a year! I had gone from a stretched-out 42-inch waist size to a falling-off-of-me 33! Early on...