Well, I hadn’t stepped on the scale for the first time since BEFORE Christmas today. To no one’s surprise, I’ve put on a few pounds. 15 pounds, to be exact. I knew this was coming because I’ve had entirely too much fun eating and drinking whatever I wanted to for the past few months. Now, it’s time to reset. I hate the word diet, mainly because the first three letters spell “die” and that’s pretty much how it makes me feel. I’m the one who put me in this position and I’m the one who will get me out of it. It’s time...for a reset. And a glass of water.