Running the fat away, didn’t work. It didn’t work at all. But that didn’t stop me from trying. I’ve held several gym memberships and I used them. I would spend hours on the treadmill, in aerobics classes, and riding stationary bikes each week. I would leave the gym daily covered in sweat (like literally dripping) and so exhausted I barley had the energy to cook my families’ dinner of rice, a veggie, bread, and a protein. Then I would get on the scale. There would be very little change. Despite how much time I spent in the gym the scale stayed the same, or worse continued to go up. But that didn’t stop me from hitting the gym harder. I remember walking down the stairs after a particularly intense Spin class and almost falling down the stairs. My legs were so sore and tired from the work out I almost fell to my death down a flight of concrete stairs (maybe not death, but definitely a good concussion). Surely after all that the scale would reflect a significant change. Right? Nope. But I continued my gym routines and I continued slowly gaining weight. Then tragedy struck.