It used to happen every year. The clock would strike midnight, *insert “el abrazo” here, and the wheels in my head would start turning about how this year I would finally get healthy. I’d start off strong, filled with the zeal of my fitness aspirations that I’d eventually abandon long before the last winter sweater was tucked away in the back of my closet. So why was 2020 different? Why is it that in a year that stole so much…