
Hope for The American Diet
This past Christmas Eve I was driving my parents from Washington D.C. To Atlanta, and at hour seven I must confess...I grabbed for my mom's bag of Cheetos. As I reminded myself not to eat the entire bag, I remembered my mom's previous comment, “Cheetos are my comfort food.” I looked at the damage I had done already and told myself I had one more handful to enjoy before leaving the rest for her (she was sleeping). In true Ron Burgundy style, I thought, “Well that got out of hand quickly!” I...









