6 holiday parties down, none to go.

Well, I have certainly had my fill of holiday fare. As much as I have enjoyed myself, I'm glad the orgy of rich food is (mostly) concluded. So long, swedish meatballs. Goodbye, finger cookies. Adios, liquor-laced egg nog. 'Til next year...except next year, I won't eat like it's going out of style.

With this impending January 2nd sugar cessation deadline, I have been running unchecked...which is somewhat flawed logic, but it felt like a fitting bon voyage. Frankly, I'm excited at the challenge of no sugar once again. I did it before, and I can do it again, dammit! The only thing that has me twitchy in the slightest is giving up the alcohol. I really and truly don't drink much, but when I do...boy, do I enjoy it. Oh, white wine...sweet white wine, how I love thee. (sigh) She'll be missed. And I'll be a cheap date, once again.

I'm anxiously awaiting my return to the swimming pool, as well. Swimming makes me feel so, so good. Sometimes, after doing the freestyle for an hour, I get out of the pool and have to just kinda hang out in the locker room for a while before driving away...I guess it's the same as a runners high. Any which way, it's somewhat intoxicating, and it makes me feel giddy.

My goal is to look as good as Mariska Hargitay in a tank top. Granted, my bat wings will either flap away forever, or I'll have to have them surgically removed, but I'll still look hot with my toned arms and my ripped back.

2010...it's the year for Big Changes, Big Moves, Big Accomplishments. I can't wait. Bring it, '10! I'm ready for ya.