It’s a new year, and while it feels like winter just hit the Midwest, I have a fear. At some point, poncho season will end. No longer will I get away with a shapeless cape and sweatpants (I mean, um, leggings) to cover that holiday weight. I’m not much of a dieter (I love food too much), and I tried the gym thing last year, but we all know what happened there.
The solution? Cut back on booze.