f , like me, you don’t have the verve to squeeze another daily chore into an already full life, let me be frank: This is everything a regular gym session is not. Quick, easy and, dare I say, utterly delightful. A spoonful of honesty first – I have never even belonged to a gym for my body, let alone considered HIIT for my face, so the notion of a cardio workout to whip my nasolabal folds back into shape hardly elicits squeals of excitement. The only muscle I’ve ever successfully built is in my jaw (and with such enthusiasm in my sleep that it remains firmly clenched until the first drops of caffeine magically relax the deadlock grip). That only heightens Inge Theron’s excitement at introducing me to
