I know this may sound a bit kinky, but when I'm can kiss my knees, I'm in shape. Just before I roll out of bed, I lay on my back and pull my knees up on my chest and clasp my ankles with my arms. Then I rock sideways, loosening up my body.

Then I kiss my knees, if I can. If I'm overweight or out of shape, I can't. This morning I kissed the inside of both knees, four inches down from the top, and smiled as my feet hit the floor.

The possibilities are intriguing...