We are coming up on Groundhog Day. Other than the tradition of it, I have always found it a bit preposterous. On February 2, in central Pennsylvania, Punxsutawney Phil “determines” whether there will be six more weeks of winter. Whether he sees his shadow or not, in reality, most of us have at least 8 weeks of winter left. I’ve always found it to be simply annoying. Besides, I have my own Groundhog Days. They don’t happen just on February 2. I sometimes feel like Bill Murray. And it can be on so many fronts. Let’s start with weight. I’ve lost at least 300 pounds. Oh, fear not, those of…