“There’s a story that Erin Wiley reads every January.
It goes something like this: You’re addicted to junk food, as your scale reminds you every morning. Come the first of January, you decide, a potato chip will never again pass through your lips. The first few days of junk food sobriety are tough, but you soldier through. By the second week you’re confident that you’ve left your nights of donut-binging in the rearview mirror. Then on Day 22, you find yourself at a party, stressed from a long day at work and rubbing a belly aching from a skipped lunch. Moments later, you’re sinking your teeth into a cheesy, greasy slice of pineapple pizza.”