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Lara McKenzie walked to the Kulgera Roadhouse, less than two-hundred metres from her home, behind the compact Kulgera Police Station building. She preferred to walk to the local roadhouse when she needed something from the limited supply of grocery items they carried in stock. It was a short walk, but it seemed silly to take the family vehicle on such a short journey when she much preferred the exercise. Besides, walking had to be good for her, she guessed.
Lara was fifty-three-years-old and was shocked and horrified when, in her early forties, she noticed the “love handles” beginning to develop around her middle. Now, they were fully fledged “grab-rails”. It was time to take some positive action and get back into shape
Lara was not a particularly vain woman but she liked to look as n
