I am stuffed. I have eaten enormous amounts of delicious holiday foods for the last 2 months, and I am stuffed to the brim. I know, gentle readers, that I should have exercised more self-control and taken only moderate samplings of the tasty offerings, but I didn’t. I indulged. I enjoyed. I relished. I celebrated. I ate to my heart’s content. It is only now that the holidays have passed that I am beginning to feel something akin to remorse, and that’s only because my waist bands have tightened somewhat and the scales are taletelling.