As the year turned anew, I decided that the least I could do for my health was stop eating so much chocolate. I don't know when it was that I decided that I had special permission to eat as much of the stuff as I wanted, but somewhere along the way I decided that I did.
My rippling great tummy had other ideas.
Anyway, I faithfully cut back on the brown stuff and... whatyaknow, I'm now addicted to chips.
I love how they crack in your mouth like a release valve. Crack, crunch, crunch, crunch, crack, crunch, crunch... you have to keep eating them to get that delicious first crack from a fresh new chip. And don't get me started on the ones that are neatly folded over, waiting for eager teeth to snap them - crack, crack!
The worst news is that before cutting back on the chocolate, I wasn't even sure I liked chips. I'm more of a chocolate, cheese, butter kind of girl. Now look at me, I'm so into them I'm like the chip poet.
It's just no good. I don't know how I can make my head speak more forcefully to my taste buds, but they are like my children and don't listen to a word I tell them. Eat the chocolate and you'll get fat - check. Eat the chips and you'll stay fat - check.
It's too hard to think about. I'm off to find the chip packet...
What's your latest food vice?