I’m going to be here twice a day until I lose this,” said a woman, squeezing her right oblique on the meredpremium – Now Is The Time To Make Justice A Reality For All Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Shirt beach in Santa Monica. “It’s just me, my Peloton, and raw food until my boyfriend jeans hang loose again,” said another. “I’m on my way to losing ten LB’s this month after a 5-day celery juice cleanse followed by strict Keto,” one more exclaimed. “Here’s to a new year and a new me!” These women were all me, every year come January 1, when I would double down on my weight loss and fitness commitments. But it didn’t take a new year’s resolution to keep me striving to be the skinniest, prettiest, and most miserable version of myself. Back in Houston, Texas, I was born this way, with a personal trainer mom who ate appetizers as a main course and a father who was spinning at 5:45 in the morning, five days a week, before Soul Cycle was a thing.