I don’t remember when my former New Years tradition began but I am guessing it lasted for at least 20 years. Gearing up to the big day I would get intoxicated with excitement about my resolve to be perfect in my eating and exercise habits. I would completely convince myself that this was THE YEAR, that come New Years Day by life would be forever transformed. The resolution would always be born out of disgust in the state of my body and remorse about the gorging that would have happened in the prior weeks during the Christmas sugar haze. Then, like every other year before and every other diet I had ever been on I would eventually fall off course and return to old ways drenching myself …