Most of us have them tucked away, our pair of skinny jeans. You know the ones. They are hidden at the bottom of a pants drawer or wedged between the ill fitting shoes and horribly tight pencil skirt you cannot seem to part with at the back of the closet. For someday, those jeans that are at a minimum two sizes too small, may just magically make it past the rear end and sit comfortably on your body without the need for the jaws of life when it comes time to take them off. Hope springs eternal.

This is why we all hold on to them. The hope that one of these days we will bask in the glow of a slimmer silhouette. Kate Moss quipped last week, ‘Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.” The catwalk model known almost as much for her nasty little cocaine addiction as being anorexia's poster child provided us with this motto to live by just in time for the Thanksgiving holiday.  

For as much as I would love to fit back into my "skinny" jeans, the thought of doing so this time of the year is too much to bear. On this day of food, family, food, thankfulness, and more food, I am going with the idea that the pumpkin pie tastes far better than feeling the lack of my hind end as I longingly pass by the dessert table with mouth watering.

The holidays are for indulgence.  All this talk of moderation is entirely un-festive. Can you imagine the likes of Kate Moss showing up at Aunt Mary's in skin tight leather pants and six inch heels chain smoking to within an inch of her life and scowling at the Durkee onion covered green bean casserole?

"Eating is so passe," I imagine her saying as she turns her nose up to the congealed cranberry sauce and marshmallow covered sweet potatoes.

The only thing she reaches for is the bubbly. Alcohol has calories but when one does not eat the amount needed for numbness is relatively low. And, so she keeps her eating disorder figure and contempt for all things above a size zero intact.

Luckily, I have no anorexic super models attending any of my holiday festivities. There will be a couple of vegetarians. They will just have to steer clear of the turkey while the rest of us pounce on the carcass. My skinny jeans will have to wait until the new year to be unearthed. There will be far too many good things to eat over the next month.

Isn't that what New Year's resolutions are for anyway?