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Rock bottom has arrived, again. I needed to reach that point before I could make the commitment to make a change. I’ve finished passing blame and making excuses. Yes, I gained weight from each of my three pregnancies. Yes, I gained a significant amount of weight from my medications. Yes, I struggled to lose even 1/2 a pound each week despite controlling my portions, eating super healthy and exercising like an anorexic. Yes, I completely gave up when I didn’t “see” the weight coming off (that evil scale). Yes, I surrendered myself to an intense love affair with food, coffee drinks, and soda! Yes, I gained all that weight and now I’m the heaviest I have ever been in my entire life!