The 70-Day Challenge of a Not-Ever-Going-To-Retire QUEEN It was a quiet Tuesday night rolling over in bed when she noticed it. The unmistakable, undeniable marshmallow effect. Not the sweet, yummy campfire kind, but the slow, insidious melting of what was once a strong, toned, 103-pound frame into something resembling a partially deflated soufflé. Her softened, untoned muscles rather hung off her thigh bone!! “OMG!!!”  The wake-up call was more like a scream. The culprit? A suspiciously low-effort fitness regimen consisting of poodle walks and the occasional stretching session that still confirmed her flexibility was still like that of a dancing queen, astounding her teenage granddaughters.  She rode on their amazement…