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I've pretty much hated yoga since, well, forever. Sure, I've done the occasional chatarunga for charity benefits, and downward dog for a prenatal yoga class when I was pregnant with Trumpster but for whatever reason, I didn't really get it—or like it.

All that changed last week. I decided to give it another whirl at Saraswati's Yoga Joint with Jess, a super yoga-devoted friend of mine and hot-damn I'm hooked! Is it a new year's fad that will fade come February? Who knows. For now, I'm digging how strong and flexy I feel.

Not me. But pretty much my yoga-level: beginner.

Thank you to my parents for paying for and driving me to thousands of dance classes and competitions as a young girl—I think all those years of stretching and ballet are still paying off.

Yea, I can't do this.

Smartest yoga business card around.

Andrea xx