I remember that day like it was yesterday: the summer heat was over, and I traded my seasonal stretchy skirts for jeans. It soon became apparent that summery, stretchy skirts hide a multitude of pounds, because I had to jump around like Kriss Kross to get my jeans over my hips, and the button, once fastened, was threatening to burst off and become a lethal weapon. Maybe it’s the sudden burst of heat in a Canadian summer, maybe it’s the lazy unscheduled days. In my case, likely it’s …
