In case the title is misleading, this post isn’t about state of mind. It’s about food, marketing, and my ongoing failure to eat healthier (with another nod to my blessed existence thrown in for good measure).
While I’m trying to cut down carbohydrate consumption, my partner insists on bringing home things like tortilla chips, pasta, and cereal. Hey, at least I don’t always have to tag along. That’s a true blessing.
Pulling one package out of a sack, I wondered who on earth boxes flat snack chips. Then I read the label.
|Does This Look Appealing to You?|
The contents were far different than imagined. Oh, I didn't eat any of it by the way, and found the empty box on the counter this morning.
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