Let me tell you about the summer I decided I was going to be a completely different person by June. It was one of those springs where everything conspired to make you feel like your current self was somehow not enough for the season ahead. Every second piece of content I came across was a countdown. Twelve weeks to summer. Eight weeks to summer. Five moves for a flat stomach. The algorithm had decided I needed fixing, and it was very committed to letting me know. So I committed. I overhauled my eating. I started workouts that I did not enjoy at times that did not suit me. I tracked…