One of the most wonderful things – and when I’m feeling pessimistic, one of the few wonderful things – about being an adult is getting to eat whatever you want, whenever you want to have it. No one is going to tell you to get your hand out of the candy drawer, or avoid that third cookie. No one is going to remind you to eat your fruits and vegetables and that, no, potatoes are not the same as leafy greens. You can make whatever choices you want to make, and until now I really was quite convinced I was making all the right ones.
