The Product that has Taken Years off my Life

I was thinking today about what I would give up for lent...if I celebrated lent. Actually, it was more that I was thinking about all the crappy food I used to eat before I either 1) realized it was crappy or 2) learned enough to know that I shouldn't be eating crappy things.

I attended a delightful brunch this morning where we were asked to bring one of our favorite things. If we hadn't been told we'd be sending this favorite thing home with someone else, I'd have brought diamond earrings, but instead I brought a can of these babies. As a kid, they were my favorite thing to eat, and I try not to think about how many cans I consumed in my youth. Even when my very wise grandfather shook his head and said to me, "Nails in your coffin," (I was arm-deep into a can of Sour Cream and Onion), it didn't occur to me that all those Pringles might be bad news. I mean, they were chips. What's not to love?

I felt similarly about Totino's pizza. Granted, I can count on one hand the number of times I ate it growing up, because my mom stayed at home and was rarely not around to cook dinner, but when I left for college and began buying my own groceries, I remembered these Totino's encouters fondly and began stocking my freezer with them. It wasn't until a roommate pointed out that each little pizza had like 50 grams of fat did I realize that 1) each little pizza had like 50 grams of fat, and 2) I probably shouldn't regularly be eating dinners with 50 grams of fat.

I get it, I'm just saying it was nicer back when I didn't know and didn't care. And it's funny that during this time when I could have chosen to give up some such treat, this was the first can of Pringles I've bought in years. Giving it away sucked, so yes, I bought another one for me. For old times' sake.