In a moment of weakness, I bought hot fries. They are my favorite chips. I LOVE hot fries so much I could eat them for breakfast everyday. After getting my butt kicked by my personal trainer today, I was able to let my brother take them off my hands. I didn’t eat one. I didn’t even get a chance to open the bag and smell them. Ugh. I’m so sad. Sigh….small victories. Vegas in 3 months. Destin in 5.