Oh, I didn’t take that part seriously. You’d likely get your butt whooped if any of us women thought that wasn’t staged. 
The part you got me on was the prediction. I genuinely didn’t know what you thought I could do, so this part
Almost got a tear. Almost. But so did your recommendation of my running 12 fast miles on my day off…
I didn’t eat the chips last night, I haven’t eaten them today, and all of this will be too fresh for me to even think about them tonight. But my brain is quite good at trickery, and when this all fades… it’ll boil down to a simple choice again. So I appreciate your helping me to do this thinking. And in front of you all. I do this thinking regularly, but there aren’t usually so many of us in my head. 
The chips are not okay. When I eat chips at night, my blood sugar often goes, and remains, above a 400. When I fight back with big boluses, I wake up to dangerous lows. Truly. If this were poison I were trying to cut out, I’d have no problem seeing how sick it makes me and being done. I need to do that with this.
And I didn’t run, @Eric. Just so you know. I decided a dance would be good for me, too. But I still had thoughts … mostly I can’t believe I almost fell for that running crap and well, at least I’m not running, but also ones about how I can do this with the chips— or without the chips I should say.
Thanks for being a good friend. 