Perhaps it’s the tempting fare at the town pool, the Saturday date nights with Hubby involving movie popcorn (or—gasp— the Cheez-whizzy nachos) or my ongoing love affair with “artisanal” garbage, but I have been snacking very, very stupidly this summer. What happened to all the smart snacking I use to do? The organic apples, the 60-calorie packs of Sunsweet pitted prunes, the nuts, twigs and berries I use to scarf between meals? And where oh where are my gallons and gallons of lemon water? I’ve fallen off the healthy nosh wagon, and I need to scamper right back on.

And after ranting against the belly-bloating toxicity of my (formerly deeply beloved) Diet Coke in my book, I’ve even been guzzling GuS. Have you met GuS yet? No? Then I urge you not to track him down. DO NOT Facebook GuS. Especially Dry Cranberry Lime GuS. Just because GuS doesn’t contain chemicals and dastardly high fructose corn syrup doesn’t mean GuS won’t add an inch or two to your thighs.

A big hurdle for me will be bidding adieu to French fries, of which I think I’ve eaten a stack approximately as high as la Tour Eiffel over the past few months. Oh, and Kettle chips. Like GuS, Kettle chips are natural and gourmet-ish and unspeakably yummy. (Case in point: the Tuscan Three Cheese flavor, which the company cleverly markets as a “Mediterranean vacation in a bag.”)

I love Kettle chips, much as I do GuS. Too bad they don’t love me right back.