Giving up potato chips for a year (day 42)

Forbidden yumminess

Yes, I know. WHY ON EARTH WOULD I GIVE UP POTATO CHIPS FOR A YEAR?!  To be honest, I have no idea...well, I do.  I made a secret deal with Gouda (God + Buddha) that if I got a specific something, I would give up chips for a year. And since Gouda held up their/his end of the bargain, I had to hold up mine.

And let me tell you - it's tough. To be plain honest, it sucks. (I'd use other, less, socially acceptable words, but I'm forcing myself to uphold certain standards).

You might be thinking, of all the things in the whole, wide world, why potato chips? Well, the reason is because potato chips are probably my favourite food in the whole, wide world.

I love potato chips.  From the crinkly sound of the bag to the awesome crunch of thick, rippled chips, in sour cream and onion flavour (though right now, I'd settle for a bag of plain old kettle chips), I love everything there is to love about potato chips.

The problem is, potato chips are everywhere. From grocery stores, to meetings, to my parents' OWN kitchen (thanks, Faja Man), I am constantly forced to exercise my teeny, tiny willpower. And when that doesn't work, the bargaining begins.

After all, what constitutes a potato chip? *Technically*, Cheetos, Ringolos and onion rings AREN'T chips. But every time I pick up a bag of these *technically-not-chips* products, I'm wracked with guilt. So I end up not eating them.

And yes, I am aware this pain and suffering is self-inflicted.  But that doesn't mean you can't feel bad for me.

So the next time you eat a potato chip, think of me, and maybe have another one in my honour.  (Though maybe not in front of me).