Apparently there is a line. I have a boundary, and I realized it on Saturday.
I cannot eat potato chips for breakfast.
There. I said it. I suffered for the love of crunchy, salty, starchy food. I won't do that again. Lesson learned. Stomach upset and queasiness is not worth the deliciousness of the moment. I should've made an egg. Or a breakfast taco. Or a salad.
Learn from my mistake. Don't go there. Put down the salt and pepper ridged potato chips in the giant bag. They will come back to bite you, just like you bit into them.
Now, where's that broccoli?
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