A ship in harbor is safe — but that is not what ships are built for.

                                                                                                                      — John A. Shedd

Last week I decided to step







and try something new. You can probably guess what it was judging by the title, and you’re probably thinking whoop-dee-doo yoga isn’t even hard – but as the saying goes: don’t judge a book by it’s cover.

If you follow me on any of my social medias (or if you just know me in general), you know that I love food. A lot. My stomach is a black hole and I have zero self-control when it comes to good food and late-night cravings.

*Cough* *Häagen-Dazs Coffee Ice Cream* 

My body weight (and self-confidence) literally fluctuates every single day. I’ll look like a bloated potato one day, and a fresh stick of celery the next; unless I’m not exercising at all — then I’m just full potato mode 24/7. But enough about my gluttony and my underlying bodily insecurities, because let’s be honest – we’re all our own worst critics, and nobody likes whiners.


So, yoga.


Like many people I know, my preconceived notion of yoga was that it was:

  • boring;
  • not challenging;
  • stretching that I could do at home; and
  • not really a workout.





I’d like to think that I’m a moderately athletic person; so it’s not because I’m a lazy glob of jello that I literally left every yoga class drenched in sweat or woke up the next morning feeling sore in areas I didn’t know existed. I try to hit the gym around 3 times a week when my schedule permits it; and when I go, I usually like to do a rotation of running/weight lifting/kick-boxing. I even considered becoming a Les Mills instructor at one point. So yeah, bro, I work out (sometimes).


Can I just go off on a tangent here and note my sad, sudden realization that those classes are probably the most human interaction I get in a day? I’m so anti-social IRL it hurts.


Within the seven day trial, I managed to squeeze in 11 classes.

My inner Asian is v proud of myself.

Also shout-outs to my cousin for introducing me and for going to the classes with me.

All of the classes I tried were heated, and being someone who overheats extremely easily, I almost forgot how to breathe. The yoga instructors would cue us when to inhale and exhale, and I remember finding myself wondering how the hell people could breathe so deeply (and slowly) in these awkward poses while I was trying to hold Warrior 2 in the corner, panting like a fat kid who just gave up chasing a piece of cake.

But at the end of every class, I felt so good.


I struggled.

                                                                                                    I sweat.

                                              I cried.

I smiled.

I worked hard.

I relaxed.


I found my inner peace.


I went in to my initial class hoping to get a good workout, but I came out with so much more than that. I’ll spare you the corny stuff because honestly, it’s different for everyone, and even what I experience changes with every session. But overall: I manage my absurdly high stress levels significantly better now, and I also feel so much better about myself — and I wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world.

Brb, going to Lululemon to get my basic yoga starter pack.


    1. T

      Ahh thank you so much! 🙏🏻❤️ You should definitely give yoga a try some time! Corepower Yoga (the one I now have a membership to) offers one free week so there’s no worries if you end up trying it and not liking it! Their C1 class isn’t heated, but all the other ones (C1.5, C2, C3, Sculpt, HPF) are. Since you do Pilates, you could probably start off at C1.5 with ease.

      I’ve always wanted to try Pilates but it looked hard so I never got around to it. I think ill have to try it soon! ☺️


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