Typically, January 1st is the morning when I wake up and realize that all my holiday overindulgence has come home to roost.
Yes, it's time to pay the piper. You know what I mean -- the dreaded "D word."
I will be strong! I will deny myself! I can do it!
I will be vigilant! There will be no snaccidents!
And I will get to a gym! Pronto!
But then, all the rationalizations and excuses will start to kick in.
And all of a sudden, the old bod doesn't seem that bad after all.
So by the end of today, this will be my defiant New Year's stance --
Hey, where'd that nonsense about "sober" come from?