Tom Werner/Getty ImagesI’d like to think I’ve always been a “normal” amount of sweaty. On any given warm day, I might have glistened politely. Maybe I’d bead up or get extra dewy during yoga, with noticeable perspiration only making a cameo during strenuous activity like, you know, speed-walking around Disney World in the muggy Florida heat.Then I hit midlife. Aka my Sweaty Betty era. If I'm outside and it’s warmer than 70 degrees, you can bet I’m sweating buckets. It’s like every pore in my body has decided to conspire against me and open up fully at the mere thought of a temperature uptick.A...
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