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Fighting, fighting, fighting against one's body and image is so ridiculously common for women. I am the same with good and bad moments. The depressing part is that this nonsense started when I was eleven and I am now thirty-seven years old. That is a long time to be frustrated.

This constant annoyance became particularly vexing when I developed hypothyroidism and started having children. Up forty pounds very quickly, down forty pounds very slowly. This last time through seemed to have me beat. I combined kickboxing (with sparring), cardio bag classes, ultimate fitness classes, running, P90X, and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. I took all manner of supplements. No doubt I was fit but a plump fit at 30% body fat.

I gave up. I resigned myself to being the Nigella Lawson of martial arts; representing the bosomy and bottomy" in combat. She looked like she was having loads of fun being very, very plump. (Have you seen her eat chocolate cake in a satin robe?)

What is funny is that I only started Insanity because my husband gave up. Said it damn near broke his neck and back. See, Insanity was a gift to him for cardiovascular training. He hates to run. I did not want the money to go to waste. Magic, it is almost like magic except it is not trickery or sleight of hand. I never had it so hard. I have also never been 19% body fat before either. : )