I threw the bag away. The Entire Bag.
Okay. It wasn’t an Entire Bag. It was about– almost– half full. And when you consider how much air is in those bags in the first place, I really hadn’t eaten all that many of them.
Also they were going stale. Slowly.
So I threw away the Remains of the Bag.
Bye-bye, Lays potato chips. Bye bye bye bye bye.
How much walking would it take– and how fast– to work off a good-sized portion of a bag of Lays potato chips?
My son William eats at least two Entire Granny Smith apples a day. Entire. Including the stem. Including the seeds.
I like Granny Smith apples, but I find the eating of them tedious. Often when I eat a Granny Smith apple, I don’t chew my bites enough, and then I can feel large-ish chunks of Granny Smith apple in my esophagus for Far Too Long. Given the option, I prefer a good MacIntosh.
Watching what you eat is a funny thing. An inconsistent thing, in my case, but funny, nonetheless. Because you can Definitely gain weight if you eat something you shouldn’t, but you don’t necessarily lose weight when you refrain.
It seems unjust somehow.
Will I wake up fat if I eat a bowl of Life cereal just before bed?
