When I was little, our family was five around the table for dinner every night at 6 p.m.

I really cannot remember a time when we were not all there together. Dinner balanced out the day, and dinner was always balanced.

Our plates were filled equally with a protein, veggies and a starch. One night was fish, another steak, another meatballs, potatoes and peas.

We served ourselves, and we had to finish everything on our plates.

Dinner was like a reset button on the day. Whatever the day was, it was shared around the table over an abundant plate.

On a recent holiday weekend, I picked up a yoga class while out of town.

It was hot yoga, the room heated to at least 95 degrees.