The week between Christmas and New Year's eve is often the worst for me. With most holiday parties over, I'm left to dwell on all the deliciously bad food I've consumed, and nine times out of ten, I vow to put myself on a strict diet once January 1st rolls around.

Which brings me to my current stance on New Year's resolutions:

I hate them.

Why is it that people think they can change a year's worth of bad habits at the beginning of each new year?

It's a proven fact that gym memberships skyrocket at the beginning of January, only to go right back down by March. [more]