I hear a Honey Bun calling my name. Screaming it, actually.
Much stress today, compounded by lack of intelligent threads on the Turkenheimer forum (how much ryanh and botto can a soul take?) and what I think is too much restraint on the geezer forum.
If I eat that Honey Bun, I'll have to drag it up hills the next time I go riding. This I find even more stressful, nay, depressing.
So.... what do you folks do to combat the "gotta eat something really bad for you" syndrome?