Even now, I tend to bristle at the sight of other people’s carts full-up with processed junk food. I’m overcome with the same feeling when I spot a shopping bag brimming with fat free cheese, low-calorie snacks and extra lean ground turkey. I find myself becoming angry, wanting to overturn their carts like a born-again zealot. I want to judge their poor habits and their lack of self-respect. I know that’s insane, and even cruel. Why should I care what people eat? I can’t save anyone and who says these people need saving anyway? Why I am looking into their carts as if to find something about their soul? Why can’t I accept that not everyone walks around seething with shame and ready to blow?