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Winter’s gloom gives way to the shimmering tones of spring.

I overdid it during the holidays, but I’m too busy to take a break. How can I fake a weekend in St. Barts?

I just can’t make it through the holidays without all the treats�pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce, chocolate, the works. I’m pretty sure that calories don’t travel through pores�is there some other way to get my seasonal fix?

Luxurious beauty products seem like a pretty safe holiday bet�who wouldn’t like a basket of beautiful soaps? I don’t want to send just anything, though. What’s luxe and prepacked?

I hate spending hundreds on a day at the spa only to be disappointed, but I’m wary of those dirty massage chairs on Prince Street. I’m willing to give up luscious, La Mer�stocked locker rooms, but I want my services to be solid. Where can you get a deal in this town?

I don’t care about early sunsets in fall. But when the heat comes on, my skin goes reptilian. What can I do to stay soft in the face of my hissing radiator?

Enough with the Botox, the fillers, the $500 Clé de Peau. I’m going for the real deal: plastic surgery�on my face. How can I minimize post-op bloat, when my face will be as big as Rush Limbaugh’s and my skin will be itchy?

My tan is pretty much gone. How can I keep my bare legs from looking pasty or, worse, webbed with veins? I’d rather not resort to stockings until the windchill leaves me no choice.

The archetypal eighties fitness class returns to New York gyms.

Weary travelers, rejoice: Suddenly, JFK has two spas.