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90 Days and Counting....

Ok, here's the dealio.......Wade and I have been married for almost 10 years and we've completely let ourselves go. 

Not completely true.  But let's face it, we're not getting any younger!  We both have been walking around eating telling each other how we'd love to lose a few pounds.  Well, talk is cheap, and it's time to act on it! 

Wade has agreed to be my bitch partner in crime for the next 90 days.  We are going to work our asses off (hopefully literally) to get in shape , get healthy, and love ourselves again.  Although how could you not love that bearded face.  Bleck........

No surprise we'll be using the Body by Vi shake mix, hunger control, metaboboosters, etc. to accomplish this.  Why you ask????  BECAUSE IT WORKS!!!!  We drink the shakes every single day and have for months now.  We love the nutrition that is in each one and the amazing way it makes us both feel.  The energy is amazing!  Some say it's another fad to get people to think they can drop weight magically.  NEWSFLASH......you have to WORK for it and WANT to change!!  It doesn't matter if you're having 2 or 10 shakes a day, if you're not exercising and eating properly in your other meals, you'll never have success.  We can both attest to this as we've had success with it in the past, we've just been stalled due to our own stupid stubborn nonexistent willpower at the time.  :)  Well, that's about to change.  In 90 days to be exact. 

For the next 90 days I'll be annoying you with my random posts about our meals of choice, workouts of choice, and our few choice words with each other through the process. 

Ready, set, go!!!!

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  1. Annoy away friend! Shawn and I are starting our next challenge after Thanksgiving since traveling is NOT a good time to start. We are doing the runners world Holiday Run Streak, shakes twice a day, and other fitness/strength things that Shawn found on a bowhunting forum that look like they would be great for me also. Pretty sure I will need you to help hold me accountable for the strength stuff...NOT my strong point.

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