Chicas, I have a confession to make. I have binged. Badly. I’m talking French fries, coconut cake, beer (Heineken Light, to my credit), and pizza. One of my closest friends graduated from her master’s program at Columbia University (congrats, Smriti!) and we went a little crazy celebrating at her house. And even though we played Pitbull’s “I Know You Want Me” at least 10 times and danced in her living room (kids, don’t try drunken cardio at home), somehow I don’t think that cut it.