I have a love-hate relationship with yoga. Whenever I would be in the zone, I would practice every single day—even going as far as hiring a yoga teacher or squeezing in a group yoga class despite my hectic schedule. That’s the “love” part. The “hate” part is whenever I would feel too lazy to practice, especially at home. Primarily because back then our #BigBoyJesse would always invade my evening yoga sessions at home.