Not that long ago, I was living my life in a completely different way than I am today: I was fat, lazy, broke, unhappy, materialistic, agnostic, depressed and cynical. I was on a path of complete self-destruction. I knew that I needed help, but I didn't know where to find it. In my mind I had this vivid image of how I wanted my life to be. But when I opened my eyes and looked around, I saw nothing that came even close to resembling the life I had envisioned. It became painfully clear to me that I had let this period of denial go on for far too long. Drastic change was in order. As I think back, it's truly impossible for me to pinpoint the exact moment or particular set of circumstances that finally influenced me to take those first few steps toward my own personal resurrection. It's akin to when you first learned how to read: you could not tell me the exact day because it was such a lengthy process that required many months of trial and error. But eventually the hard ...