If you know me, you know I love food terribly. Like, probably too much. My boyfriend can tell you about my many late-night food runs- childlike, impractical, often expensive, and usually unhealthy. It’s way too easy when you live in New York to say “oh, it’s 1AM? but I want X? Yes. I’m getting X.” It’s *maybe* my main reason for loving the city but since we’re in Texas for a few months, I’ve decided to cut myself a break and eat “healthy”.