Hmmm. This sounded curiously like a commitment to something strenuous. Speaking of commitment: I realized that amid all my early-morning fat-dissolving appointments, I actually hadn’t been to the gym very much, and as a result, I wasn’t faintingly hungry hours before lunchtime and viewing the Bon Appétit test kitchen as my personal buffet. So I naturally ate less—and naturally lost a few pounds. Throw in the help I had from all those gels, masseuses, and state-of-the-art gadgets and I didn’t have to lift a finger to smooth out the squishy bits. I guess sometimes laziness really does pay off.