To steal the great, late Nora Ephron’s fabulous title of one of her books, “I Feel Bad About My Neck,” today on the beach the only thing that was running through my head was I feel bad about my stomach. As I watched girls in their twenties stroll the beach in their cute little bikinis, I realized that I did not spend enough time in my twenties appreciating my flat, hard stomach. Damn it. Why didn’t I enjoy it whilst I had it? Fast forward twenty years later, two kids who almost killed me during deliveries, and a metabolism on the slow-down, and all I’m left with is, as Julia…