Post-Moose-Munch New Year's Resolution

How appropriate that my blog post immediately following my ode to Moose Munch is one about losing weight! Who ate too much crap this holiday season? *Waving hand wildly* Me me me! I did! Then I ended up on film (it's a hazard of having a cute kid - people are always taking photos and sometimes you just aren't quick enough to get out of the shot) and I'm really not digging this doughy white blobbish look I've got going on. Not digging it at all.

How I wish with all my little heart that I could subsist off cigarettes, Diet Coke and air like the supermodels do. For one thing though, I absolutely cannot do so. I need food. That you chew. That tastes good. And I can't smoke because I have asthma. So that idea is out. Bulimia is a no go too, because I really hate to barf. Surgery? Nah. Again, I don't like barfing - and I like pain even less. How about diet drugs, you may ask? And how do YOU like greasy farts and holes in your heart, I ask? (Hey, that rhymed! We could make a song!)

Anyway, so this leaves me back where I always end up when contemplating this issue: I need to eat less. And get off my fat butt more often. Aw, hell.

It's such a cliche' to make losing weight your New Year's resolution though. Boring! Let's call it de-blobbing. Or maybe un-doughy-nessing? Photogenic-making? I'm open to suggestions - name my resolution!