Maybe it's because her husband neglected to kiss her goodbye one morning. Or maybe she overheard someone at the beach refer to her as "the blimp in the bikini." Whatever the reason, there comes a time in most every woman's life when she decides to reach for her tippy-toes instead of her potatoes. When she does, TV's proliferating exercise merchants are right there on the screen every morning to cheer her on.
"Get the old circulation going!" cries Jack LaLanne, a 53-year-old, V-shaped (47-27-34) monument to muscularity. "Get those sweat glands working! Kick! Back! One-and-kick-and-two-and-kick-and-smile-and-kick! Don't stop! Smile and kick!"...
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