I've always had a complicated relationship with food. A foodie for as long as I can remember, by the time I was 13, I weighed 13 stone. Constant teasing and self-consciousness finally led to a full-blown eating disorder in my late teens. After a great deal of hard work I managed to conquer my illness, and thankfully my love of food remained.
We're under no illusion that the majority of women would prefer someone with a "six-pack" as opposed to a "keg". Women aren't plastering 45 year-old men with beer bellies on their Facebook Page, they're posting pics of Channing Tatum with his shirt off shaking his "groove thing" during "Magic Mike"...... And that puts pressure on us.
In my ignorance I had reduced this 3,000 year old practice into a simple exercise class. I wasn't in it for the 'hippy dippy' chanting and veganism, I was in it for the abs. Irrespective of the whole 'cool' new revival you wouldn't catch me chanting cross legged, or wearing a red bracelet. I liked meat, wine and enjoying life. I liked having fun.
Meditation is not a religion. Nor is it a tradition involving levitation while sitting cross-legged on the floor pretending to be an all-knowing master of the universe. Meditation, sometimes disguised as boredom, slows our breath, lowers our heart rate, relaxes our mind and provides space for self-exploration while restoring our natural energy.