There are many women who fall into the former something category, and probably a few men too if they'll fess up. We were athletic in our youth and then life, children, work, laziness, and I-just-want-to-lie-here-and-drink-wine crept in. One day we wake up a little flabbier than usual—a sure sign is the muffin top becoming a 3-tier cake top—and running up a flight of stairs to break up a sibling smack down is the most exercise we get all week. This happened to me and I'd had it. …
