Food and I have a very love-hate relationship, in that I love it to pieces, but it just loves to line my hips with extra chub. It seems rather unfair, doesn't it?
I know, I know: evolution, storing extra fat for years of famine, blah blah blah. Come on, evolution, catch up to the present where we have vast supply chains and Java Chip Frappuccinos with extra whipped cream.