You catch me on the couch surrounded by bags of chips, when the two of us are supposed to be headed to the gym. I ask you to sit down and talk. Remember how when we moved in together we promised to support each other’s fitness goals? We even confessed our trigger foods to each other and promised not to bring them into the house. I told you how I can’t resist chips and other salty, fatty, fried snacks. Once the bag is open, I have to finish it. Meanwhile, you told me that if I ever started baking again you would blow up overnight. Well, imagine my surprise when I started finding the pantry c... Show more