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You're nothing but a self-flagellant and a Puritan. Just look at your New Year's Resolutions: a mind-numbing litany of self-denial, invariably revolving around unriveting issues like gym attendance, punctuality and fat intake. This annual attempt at asceticism is a hangover from another period in your life. Don't pretend you don't remember! I'm talking about that decade when you swung from chandeliers, gave people the clap, drank like a sailor and had fun. Back then, your New Year's Resolutions (N.Y.R.'s) were (appropriately) penitential efforts to desist from your unchained, hedonistic lifestyle. Those days of promiscuity and booze are long gone, but old habits die hard and the impulse to throw on a hair shirt still lingers.