Everyone tells me I look like
Philip Seymour Hoffman. Which is fine, he's cool. But I want to look like
Sting, circa 1982. So who do I go to for a total body transformation? The husband-and-wife personal trainer team who own
High Performance. They fell in love in boxing class. Need I say more? Here's the catch. They've only got six weeks to get my pudgy ass into rock star shape. Because in six weeks, New York Fashion Week starts. And this season, I
will not be the fattest dude at the tents. So READ MORE for more about my trainers Elizabeth and Clay (like the fact he trained
Matt Damon), click the SLIDESHOW for pics of my humiliating Week 1, and watch a quick VIDEO for a snippet of me struggling to use my stomach for something other than luring nachos to their death.