great shape during that time.I was toned, fit, and strong. My yoga photos on Instagram took off like (a very small) wildfire, and I never felt better.People I knew IRL commented favorably on my back muscles, my metabolism was still my friend, and I could indulgently look at my cellulite and meaty thighs, resting assured that they were in fine form, imperfections be damned.I felt on fire, because I was.
My body had never felt more like my own, I had never felt better, and best of all? I had finally reached that fabled destination by letting go of external pressures.It was a golden, body-perfect time.I didn’t diet. (And I never will again.)I didn’t obsess.