After soccer practice I feel so weak that I barely make it up the stairs to my hovel of a bedroom. But I have returned from a successful day in the salad eater's world.
Just as my satisfaction sinks in, the animalistic side of me leaps to my bookcase and demolishes what I didn't eat for dinner. Chips, Fruit snacks and Thin Mints dipped in Marshmallow Fluff. I have failed today's mission, as if someone says to me "pack your bags, soldier."