The gym is my zone of power. I go there to feel like a superhero: lifting iron, checking myself in the mirror, mentally applauding. But reality is: after my second set I'm already mentally ordering pizza, and after the third I'm scanning for a spot to sit down and finish a chapter. And yes, my favorite phrase is "just one more set" - which I repeat about fifteen times

Reading is my soul fuel. I can devour a novel in one evening and then walk around with its characters in my head for a week. The only problem is that when I read at the gym between sets, other people take the machines - and I end up missing my bench press but gaining a great plot. Books are my safe addiction, even if they distract me from warm‑ups

Yoga is my philosophy and stretch rolled into one. I twist into pigeon pose and try to meditate, but my mind keeps spinning: "What about that book I haven't finished, and will I have time for cardio?" But after savasana I realize: I'll fit it all in if I put down my phone and stop planning. The only issue is that I often fall asleep on my mat, and my trainer is already used to quietly dimming the lights and leaving me to finish my dreams

I'm a girl who lives in "jack‑of‑all‑trades" mode: morning - Dostoevsky, afternoon - bench press, evening - twisting into a pretzel on my mat. My bag is a portal: it holds a book, a water bottle, and hair ties all at once. And yes, I often catch myself reading a book in plank pose - I call that "intellectual fitness."