Tomorrow I leave for Hawaii for a belated honeymoon/birthday/why-not vacation. If I lived my life according to a beauty magazine, I would have spent the last three months working out, sticking to a diet, and focusing on achieving a body worthy of a bikini. None of this happened. Except the fourth step that the magazines seldom talk about with any authenticity: feel ugly and guilty, and wonder why you ever bought a stomach-baring swimsuit in the first place. Body image is a sensitive topic for me, as I'm guessing it is for most other people, particularly those who are not fit and active. I will admit, while I've been able to find a lot more balance in my life during my wonderemployment period, the one thing truly lacking has been exercise. It's a constant struggle. I have never liked physical activity much. As a kid I was the one who was happy when it was raining and we could stay in the library for recess. There have been bursts here and there when I have really gott...