When health writers were asked to a private lunch with Jane Fonda last summer, one of the journalists panicked. "I have to be thin to meet Jane Fonda," thought the columnist, who then proceeded to binge compulsively on bagels. "Instead of eating one, I ate three." An understandable lapse for mere mortals summoned into the presence of the U.S. Goddess of Fitness. But the nervous nosher was a no less exalted figure: Jane Brody, the nation's High Priestess of Health. At the meeting of the two unrestrained Janes, though, it all worked out true to form. Brody, after politely complimenting Fonda...
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