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Summary

In my early years of hypothyroidism, before I was even aware I had Hashimoto’s, I hated my body. I despised the little ring of fat around my tummy, my soft arms, and the stretch marks starting to form on my inner thighs. 

But I’m no victim, I wasn’t going to just stand there and let my thyroid dictate what I looked like. So I got to work. 2-a-day workouts were my norm, combining strength and cardio to burn off every bit of fat I could. I treated carbs like they were the enemy, waiting for me to...