“Donna? It’s been so long. You look great! How much weight have you lost?” Rose gave her old friend a hug as they stood in the check-out line at the store. “Over fifty pounds.” Donna’s cheeks glowed with excitement. “I’ve got another twenty to go but I’m happy with my progress so far.” Rose nibbled on her lip, thinking of the twenty she’d like to lose. “Do you belong to a gym?” The grin fell from Donna’s face. “Yes. It’s the Fit ‘N Slim that took over the old warehouse on Ken

Confession time: I would love to be a runner. Weird, I know, but it’s true. I’ve got lots of friends who run 5K’s, train for marathons, or even lead the local chapter of their Girls on the Run group. Every time I see a picture on Facebook or hear one of them talk about their adventures on the trail, a little niggle in my heart says, Take me, too! Alas, running is not for me. I learned back in high school that I inherited my grandmother’s knees (Thanks, Gigi!), which basically