It's yoga.
Was into it for years, but never did it. Recently began at home with a view to finding a teacher, but have not been able to think of anything else since!
I am fairly grounded and not generally taken to obsessing about new pursuits. I don't have an interest in trends, nor do I have a fanatical personality. I am usually easy going, slightly lazy (self employed/wfh) and have never even cared about 'doing' anything with my body before. I have been pretty much divorced from my body for a long time tbh.
But I finally bought a cheap mat, rustled up a few vids and off I go into the great beyond with my pillows and a wooden box 
I am currently following various gentle sequences with a view to learning more about anatomy and seeking one to one tuition.
What I can't get my head around is why. I hate exercise, and loathe anything trending or 'wellness' related. How the fuck did I become so dedicated and in love with this? Is this even a thing for some of us, to fall so deeply and weirdly into yoga that it becomes a deeply pleasurable yet all consuming interest?
I just keep reading and reading and feel so stupidly happy about it, even though I can barely do it. The slightest move forward feels so intensely pleasurable that it makes no sense. I managed down dog today and have been soaring ever since.
I only know some basic asanas, and struggle with them quite a bit, but the desire and satisfaction is off the charts.
Is this normal or do i need to get a reality check?