I grew up undisciplined. I probably watched more television growing up than anyone I knew. I didn’t eat well, enough that my older stepbrother taunted my chubbiness. Until nearly my 40s, my freezer always had ice cream, my cupboards pretzels or chips, especially Snyders of Hanover pretzel bits with flavor powder that stuck to your fingers.
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