It is that time of the year. You move the scale under the bathroom sink so you don't have to stare at it and know you did bad. Credit card statements are coming in the mail and you spend half your morning debating with yourself whether that gift basket that was sent to the office before the holidays has some kind of expiration or if you can safely eat that smoked sausage and if anyone found where you stashed the chocolate so you could have it for yourself, but let it be known that the receptionist who said something bad about your hair one day was the one who was selfish and did not share. Also just like clockwork, David Beckham sticks his package in our faces as he models for a new underwear campaign. Each year his package gets larger and larger. At this rate, in about five years he will be competing with ridickulous for jobs on the stripping circuit.