I began to write about the different styles of yoga until I gave myself a mental slap with a what the fuck are you doing? I think I got triggered after seeing the word kundalini. A throwback to my new age days of yore ensued, and I cringed, deleted, and finally recalibrated my thoughts. I spent way too much time looking into all things spiritual, occult, and new age in my youth.

I am about to enter my fifth month of doing yoga almost daily. I was naturally flexible in my younger years, and loved stretching; I had some confidence that I'd be fine if I persisted. I did feel that being fat gave some limitation on certain moves, which is most noticeable in those first few days. I wanted to write about how yoga can be done even if you're not skinny and flexible,