The leaves are truning shades of orange and gold, sweaters and jackets are being put back into wardrobe rotation, and Thanksgiving is almost upon us. After that comes Christmas, and we all know what that means: fat pants.

Every year I tell myself I'm gonna go easy, and every year I gorge myself almost to the point of explosion on green bean casserole, smoked turkey, ham, pumpkin pie, cake, and all of those other goodies my family sees fit to make, bake, and serve up on holiday-themed platters. By the time New Year's rolls around, my clothes don't fit and I have to break out those old sweatpants with the elastic waist band.

Thanksgiving, then Christmas. Then New Year's and all the celebration and parties that go with that. Then, when we're all at our most bloated and Shamu-sized, like some kind of cruel joke, Valentine's Day.

So this year, guys, let's make our New Year's resolutions a little early. Let's promise ourselves to say no to second helpings, no to dessert, and no to our fat pants.

Until next time, and remember that rice cakes are more than just coasters; they're pretty tasty, too.

Holly

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