Two years ago, I was in a dismal state. Somehow, I’d come in contact with poison ivy or something that caused an extensive rash all over my body. My doctor suggested steroids to help combat the itchiness, but I hated the way I felt on them and resisted using them until I couldn’t take it any longer. Add to that several pounds that shouldn’t have been there, and there you go: a recipe for a vicious cycle of gloom, doom, and feeling pretty damn miserable about yourself. After seeing a few photos that my sister had taken when we were all together in Ohio, I realized that things had gotten out of control and knew I needed to do something for myself. When we…