The holidays are over, and my stomach is breathing a sigh of relief.
Don’t get me wrong: I love the holidays, the food, the sweets after the main event. The problem is, I love it all too much. By the time I’m eating my last slice of cranberry fruitcake (usually for breakfast, several days into the new year), I’m ready to subsist on nothing but water and a few grains of rice. For a month or six.