Satan, Thy Name is Junk Food

I have been a fantastically good eater since my journey to the Pacific. I have not purchased one single item that could be called junk food. I did have on ice cream cone, but it was because you have to try New Zealand's flavor, Hokey Pokey, as I'm told. It was rather good. Still, my philosophy has always been that if you don't buy the jumbo size bag of chips or chocolate, you can't possibly eat it without violating some laws. However, on my new health craze/mad dash to fitness for the soccer team, I am always starving. Okay, fine, not always, but I need much more than my previous cup of soup to fill me up. I had run out of nuts, which while salty and crunchy are a necessity for the vegetarian and walked several blocks to get some more last night.

That's when it happened.

I bought chips.

Don't ask me why... It was a mistake, but I haven't had chips in so long. I think it literally has been a couple months since I had any because I was on my health kick before I even got here. And no diet (meaning way of eating, not way of losing weight) should ever forbid anything. Just everything in moderation. Still, I ate some chips and I think they are still a solid block of grease in my stomach. I am considering throwing the rest of the bag out. Evil chips! For all the fruits and vegetables I eat, I am used to food doing its job and finding its way out as soon as possible. Chips, however, they like to hang around a while, make themselves comfortable. I had soccer practice today, and they thought it'd be fun to hang around for that. This experience has almost convinced me that I shouldn't eat chips anymore. Almost. They are still delicious saltiness. The other side of this coin is, of course, that if I ate junk food all the time, eating it wouldn't bother me as much. Unfortunately, junk food is being a fickle mistress because while I am playing soccer, I can't do both. I have to either eat good food or be drug up and down the field.

I'll let you know who wins the battle soon.