Last night, I had my dinner. Then I had a pint of ice cream. Then I had a stack of Pringles — which I normally don’t eat, but these were “screamin dill pickle” flavored, packaged in a lime green canister, and my curiosity got the better of me.

Today, I feel blah, as if digesting all that unhealthiness sapped me of all my energy. So here I am, resolved: I will stop eating excessive amounts of sweets and treats, start running again, and hit the gym. The Penn gym is prett…

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