Feel Good Naked by Henny Moody

I hated exercise. Got picked last for sport every single time, so at some point I stopped trying, and I had a bad relationship with my body before I was even grown. Then I did a law degree because I was told to, and hated every second of that as well.

Then a friend dragged me to a boxing class and I resented her for it. But it was the first time in my life that moving my body felt like something other than a punishment.

So I got a job on the front desk of a gym. Honestly because I wanted to sit down. And that gym changed my whole life, not because of anything I did, but because of what I watched. Women came in defeated. And they left DIFFERENT. Not smaller. Different. They stood differently. They remembered something.

So I got obsessed. Got certified, trained under an exercise physiologist, coached women face to face for years, and eventually ran brand for one of the biggest fitness apps in the country.

And then I lost myself. Properly.

I had every certification on the wall. I KNEW what to do. And I still couldn't get myself to do it. So I stopped trying to fix what I was DOING and went at what I BELIEVED. About myself. About what I was allowed to want. About whether I was a woman who follows through, or just one who starts.

I built it on me first. A lot of it didn't work and I threw it out. What was left became the three phases. Then I ran it on clients, women nothing like me, different bodies, different lives. And it kept working.

That's when I knew it wasn't a me thing. It was a method.