Deprivation of any sort is for anally collapsed blood blisters.

That’s my position. If I can afford it, I’m having it. Foie gras, caviar, wine, women and song.

It’s swings and roundabouts. The ones dry january’ing are buying extra designer clothing made in an Indian sweat shop. Or similar.

I do my best. I feel good about my choices … I’m not perfect. And I’m ok with that.