I've tried a (relatively small) variety of different yoga types over the last fifteen or so years. I used to mainly focus on Hatha yoga, because it seemed slow enough to not be aerobics, but hard enough to give me a workout (depending on classes, though – some were far too gentle for my liking, and some far too fast). I've never done it consistently, but I always go back to it.

About three years ago, my mum suggested we take a yoga holiday together, to India, to the Sivananda yoga centre in Kerala. It was a strange holiday – it took me a week to accept being there (no internet, no television, no CHOCOLATE OMG), but by the end I didn't want to leave.

( Anandoham, Anandoham, Anandam Brahman Andam )