...Except instead of a straightedge gimmick, she's a fitness junkie. Today she made me toss out a bag of candy. No, not a party bag. A full grocery bag. And if I even mention food after 8 pm, she pounces with the nagging. Same thing when I speak of seconds. God! I live to enjoy life. Eating is an enjoyment. I'd rather die with a good plate of rice and beans with steak in my stomach than with a fucking salad. She even preaching to me about doing exercise. Because apparently walking aimlessly for over an hour isn't enough.