My conscience won’t go on vacation. I can slather it with sunscreen and lay it in the sun, I can buy it maps and take it sightseeing, I can dress it up and take it out for a romantic dinner - but it refuses to go on vacation.

While I’m trying to have fun, my conscience continually lectures me. Although I try to explain that a vacation is time to do and eat things you don’t at home, it won’t listen. My conscience nags me most about exercise. It insists I make time to exercise on vacation.

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When I read package labels in the supermarket, am I the only one who thinks I’m reading about “health” food? A food manufacturer makes his products low fat. That sounds healthy, right? Wrong. The products have so much sugar I could serve them for dessert.

I recently read that the average American eats two and a half pounds of sugar a week. First, who are these average Americans? If they eat that much sugar, shouldn’t they be easy to see? By eating natural sugar in things like apples - plus anything that means sugar because it ends in “ose” - plus man-made sugars like high fructose corn syrup, I supposedly see an average American every time I look in the mirror. How come if I’m constantly on a sugar high, I find this depressing?

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