junk
I share an office with two guys who eat crisps all day long. They each open a first noisy packet of salt-and-vinegar at 9AM and keep munching through cheese-and-onion and beef-barbeque throughout the day. As there is absolutely no justice in this world when it comes to the way calories pass through different people's bodies, they are both as skinny as rakes.
Me, I eat a blueberry and my belly sticks out. One of my colleagues is 23, and came to work today with a sheepish look on his face after visiting his doctor. Some tests revealed that if he does not get a heart attack by the time he's thirty, he's one lucky bastard. Cholesterol through the roof and all that. So from now on no smoking, no fish and chips, no currys, no chinese takeaways, no burgers and no more than five units of alcohol per week. And of course, no crisps. Me, I crunch apples. And suck Sainsbury's fat free fromage frais through my teeth for a sweet(ener) fix. A bit of a chalky texture, and I always have to leave the tropical fruits flavour for last as it smells slightly of cat wee, but at 46 calories a pot it's a godsend.