"Coffee, Pancakes, Popcorn, and Take-out." I count them off on my fingers trying really hard not to laugh. I fail miserable, and burst into giggles.

"Well, that would explain a lot." I nod and crumple my brow after I stop laughing. "If it will help me keep control, I will give it a try, but I make no promises. Unless you want to come over every single day and cook for me, of course."

I find myself fidgeting with the rubber bands on my wrist as I speak. "I'm still not smoking; that counts for something right?" I say with mock pride.