What to do when my tight jeans are suddenly way too tight

It is finally catching up with me, all this reckless eating and drinking. The weeks of celebrating all things -- last day on the old job, the new job, first day on the job, pre-Christmas, last day of work before skiing, Christmas, post-Christmas, arriving home alive after a drive in the freezing rain, New Year's Eve, last day of the ski trip -- has had its effect. I had my "hott" jeans on the other day (nicely snug at the best of times) and they were distinctly uncomfortably tight. Crap.

So I'll try to revert to a more sensible regimen (starting tomorrow of course). Although I hate being on the new-year-must-"diet" bandwagon. I don't believe in diets, party because anyone I see drinking diet coke is pudgy, but mostly because diets make you obsessed about the foods you eat -- what you have eaten, what you are allowed to eat later, how you will get around those nasty cravings. For the most part, eating whatever I want has worked out ok for me ever since I got over the guilt of leaving something on my plate. I leave food on my plate all the time. And I already have a kind of built-in crap rejector which keeps me away from MacDo and Twinkies.

So now my suppers will involve less wine, my lunches will involve fewer cheeseburgers (a sacrifice what with the amazing Craft Burger just 50 steps from my new office), I'll try to walk everywhere and do as much yoga as I can. I threw out the last few Christmas chockies this morning; soon I'll head out to the market for tofu and grapefruits. Grudgingly.