Maybe I could start a fitness support group for middle-aged foodies who resent clean eating and strenuous exercise but try to do it anyway. The only thing worse than struggle-bussing through 45-minutes of a high-interval cardio-kickboxing workout while dreaming about going out for dim sum, is checking in on your fitness goals with people who run 5ks on the weekends and bring a salad in a mason jar for lunch. Maybe we could combine our love of food with our fitness goals. We could take a walking tour of Ita…