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So I have been on doing this dreadful Beachbody Challenge for a little over 30 days now… I was 112 when I got pregnant and I am about 20 pounds away from that now and won’t budge! It is so frustrating so I figured I would start this program and the weight would just fall off…well the first 9 pounds left, then I started getting bored. I am the most inconsistent person around. Just this month I was going to start a clothing store, become a jewelry maker, drive truck, become a body piercer, a police officer…the list goes on. This is the list of ideas I had, just this month! So of course, why would becoming the next fitness buff of America be so far stretched? Well first off, I can’t go a day without eating some form of junk food. Next, I am anemic so my energy level is like zero unless I am manic and then I can work out for like 4 hours straight. I am the worse self-liar! I will sit there, eat 10 cookies and then hide the evidence FROM MYSELF! Nick knows me well enough to know I can’t just eat one cookie and go on with life! I over indulge, badly! But, I am determined to lose this weight and lose this weight I will! I once lost 55 pounds when I was 18 due to weight gain from my plethora of medications. Going off topic for a sec, my husband always wondered why psychiatric meds made a depressed person gain weight, is it to make them more depressed for the drug companies or something? Well I am here to tell you, it certainly made me more depressed! I was teeny tiny, all of a sudden I am an overstuffed piggy with 4 chins and rolls in places I didn’t know could have rolls…Regardless, you have to weigh (no pun intended) the pros & cons of medication, sometimes it’s better to be fat than crazy…