So, we've been getting marzipan, milk creams, kalkals, gooey chocolate cake, plum cake, rum cake, I've-died-and-gone-to-heaven-blueberry cheesecake, and all these wonderful holiday season goodies every day of the week at my home. Not to mention the non-stop late nights and dreary early mornings at work - an altogether undesirable lifestyle.

There was a time in agile August when I was in the best of shape. Then there was a time in supple September when I was in the best of health. Everything was going great in Nimble November too, till the maharshis monitoring the stars of the Hindu Calendar found, like every year, the stars are now clanging together in consonance. And behold, the beginning of the wedding season. Ergo, the end of my diet.

So my main concern when I'm making merry is this: with so much going in, how do you stop yourself from falling out.. of your jeans, that is.

Now, to those who are not concerned with weighty issues like this, in a world fraught with assassinations, tainted cops, and the rise of Hindutva, my point may seem trivial. I assure you it is not.

If you like statistics, there is no dearth of studies that tell us south Asians, north Americans, Latinos, Australians, Kannadigas, Sri Lankans, and even Canadians, are getting more and obsese as a generation, as the years go by.

Can you imagine what would happen if General Musharraf gorged on so much paya this season, that he found it difficult to deftly duck an egg, or something more sinister, thrown at his face? Ok, that was an insensitive example, since the general has already got enough egg on his face right now.

But you get the picture. This is important, and it could save your life. So read on.

Now, if you're waiting for explosive new data in this blog that will tell you the secret to the perfect diet, you've come to the right place. Please click on 'New Window' at the top of your browser page, go to Google, and search for 'perfect diet'. When you've found it, do let me know. Because this blog is just an earnest appeal for someone, anyone, to tell me how to stay out of lipidepression, i.e. a state of mind cause by congenital inability to resist marzipan. Till I get some help, I'm just going ahead and polishing off what's in the kitchen cabinet, kept only for guests coming over. Go ahead, Mom, do your worst.

I'm glad Dumpy December has finally come to an end. Here's looking forward to a jolly, josheela, jaunty January. (Well, I really wanted to say Bootilicious, but then I'd have to say Banuary. And that would have been billy. I mean.. well, you know what I mean.)