How I’m Breaking a Bad Food Habit
Turns out all those little indulgences add up.
There are very few things I love more than a salty and crunchy potato chip — and I’m talking about the old-school potato chip, none of this artisanal or kettle-cooked nonsense.
Old reliable — Lays.
I confess that a part of me loved having parties for the sole purpose of being able to freely purchase potato chips because let’s be honest, you can’t buy potato chips on a weekly basis, heavens no.
People like us don’t do that — or when we do we make sure they’re buried underneath everything in the cart just in case we run into someone we know at the grocery store — we don’t need them finding out about our dirty little obsession!
(And don’t tell me you’ve never done that before. I’ve had people look in my cart — I’m a trainer, they’re curious, I get it. Word to the wise — do as I say, not as I do!)
Ok, back to having parties so I could buy potato chips… within the last year that little potato chip loophole vanished along with my restraint. I’ve now far surpassed my yearly quota and I need to get a handle on things.
Because I do. I know I do, and when you know you do and you still don’t do it… you’re swirling around in a cesspool of your own making and it reeks of…
