I've been bombed, hijacked and seduced by festive food in the past. Everywhere I look, there's a pumpkin spiced latte, muffin or raw vegan treat.
But this year, I won't fall for the siren's song. All she does is make me fat, bloated, tired and convinced that I have seasonal affective disorder. If I really must indulge, I'll be graceful and elegant and savor every single morsel.
Here's what I won't be doing: