My doctor asked me to lose some weight for a variety of reasons, all of them good. I am finally at the point where I have the stomach, so to speak, to do what it takes to lose the necessary weight.It is at this point that I have discovered a conspiracy aimed against me and my noble intentions to live longer by eating healthier. No matter where I go, I am faced with tasty temptations beckoning me from counter displays and vending machines.
The sirens that sung to Ulysses' men could not be more alluring than a vending machine filled with flavourful, fat-laden candy bars and chips.
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