Here is the thing, they weren’t even that good. I told Niles not too long ago, I do a lot of eating because I’m nervous or stressed, and that’s a dumb reason to eat. The only real reason to eat is if you’re hungry, I said. “Or if it tastes REALLY GOOD,” he said. Those chips conformed to neither standard, really. I ate them TO KILL TIME.





Mom calls that “eating for sport”. :)
Ha! See, if the chips had been any good, I would agree with you.
Ugh. I do this all the time. If food is offered by friends or family and it has emotional attachments, I’ll eat it even if I know it makes me sick or tastes bland. I find it difficult to break the habit but I keep trying.
This particular page is my life. :/ Tomorrow is a new day, though.