When I was young, I was overweight—and I wasn’t allowed to forget it. From clothing-store clerks saying, “He’s husky,” to family friends noting, “You’ve got a spare tire there, buddy” as they poked my belly, I was constantly reminded about the fact. My mother put me on a diet, much to the dismay of my Jewish grandmother who, true to the stereotype, delighted in stuffing me with my favorite foods from fried chicken to chocolate pie.