When and why do you treat your body the worst, foodwise?

I’m not a big fan of junk food. I hate the smell of corn chips. Cheez Wiz makes me panic. I’m trying not to drink sugar water any more, which is really hard. If you want no sugar, you have to drink plain water. There seems to be virtually no flavored water without sweetener.

However, I do occasionally get a craving, and that craving is for a quarter-pound cheeseburger at McDonalds. Often when I get this craving, I am depressed. If I find myself wanting McDonalds, it is a good sign that I am depressed or about to be depressed.

What’s your guilty pleasure? Under what circumstances do you most often find yourself indulging in that pleasure?