This house is a junk food mine field. Getting back from the gym today I had to side-step numerous fatty-traps just to put my stuff away. Mostly successfully (two timbits and about 5 sun chips consumed....but you should see how much I DIDN't eat!). Never have a 17 year-old brother with the metabolism of the Flash.
Open the door: open bag of Cheesies on the Deacon's bench
Down the stairs into family room to say hi to sibs: various open bags of chips, chocolate bars, a massive donut box filled with baking goodies from last night.....(Here is my downfall: junk food 1)
Drop my stuff off in my room (home free zone!)
Up stairs (past the cheesies again!) to make a platter of turkey (protein!), cheese & pickles:
Kitchen table sports buns, skittles, cookies and open twix bar. I maneuver around that famously and avoid opening the cupboards where the rest of the packaged filth/scrumptiousness lies.
Barely dodge the chocolate milk in the fridge as I grab my intended meal.
To the living room where I browse the net, eat my protein and avoid the shiny wrappers of the chocolates on the piano.
One thing to look forward to about school: being way to cheap to keep junk food around the house.
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