"BEEP BEEP BEEP!" the sound of my alarm clock woke me up to the dim light of the early morning sun. I slowly rose from my sleep and stretched my well rested muscles out. I felt unusually well today even though the startling sound of the alarm clock awakened me; I've always considered of buying a new one each time it woke me up. Perhaps one that plays a lullaby. But wouldn't that defeat the purpose? Anyways, since it was a weekday, Monday to be precise, I was to wake up my sister and have a small breakfast so I could exercise.
"Get up, Monica." I said to her irritably. I knew what she would say since it was so early in the morning and she was only half awake.
"Can you wait 'til my alarm clock rings to wake me up?" she whined.
"I'm not waking you up again! You either get up or go to sleep and be a fatty!" I was being cruel, but we are always that way to each other. You know how siblings are.
"Ughh, okay, okay."
I finished brushing my teeth before her so I got to eat my small breakfast while watching the orange sun rise above the horizon in complete tranquility.
After about and hour of intense jogging on the treadmill, I took a shower and did a few chores. My sister and mother went to go visit my grandmother at a nursing home; she was recovering from her stroke. In the midst of my peaceful schedule my best friend, Hallie, called to spice it up.
"Hey Craig, are you watching the weather channel?" she seemed very excited to tell me something. Unless a tornado tore up my school I wasn't quite excited to watch the Weather Channel.
"No? Why would I be watching the weather channel? My dad usually tells me about the weather," I said.
"You're so whack! Ain't nobody watch the weather channel just to see the weather! They watch it to see the commercials!" Hallie and I always like to talk in a funny way, but I was speaking regularly since my peace was disturbed. Was what she said for real?
"Commercials? Well, what special commercial is on now?" I said sarcastically. Everyone knows that 92% percent of all commercials are as corny as ever!
"There is this health information commercial talking about zero grams Trans fat stuff! Are you eating anything?"
"Well, I have this bag of Cheetos® that I'm..."
"Look at the ingredients!" she always seemed like she was in a rush. "If there is anything that says 'partially hydrogenated' then it has trans fat!"
I scrutinized the ingredients on the bag. The text was so small and my eyesight was so terrible. If I had to compare my eyesight to anything it would be to that of a drunk man. I have no idea what type of eyesight a drunk man would have but doesn't it sound terrible? I read the ingredients aloud to Hallie.
"Corn, Wheat Flour, Cheese Powder, Whey Powder..." I paused for a bit at the next word. "...Partially hydrogenated vegetable oil! Oh, no! Hallie! What should I do?"
"Throw it away! It's junk!" she yelled. I'm sure her grandmother had to check on her to see if she was talking to herself. I tossed the bag in to the trash can. It was about 3 meters away. SCORE!
"Well there goes my lovely yummy snack! I said. What should I eat now?
Something that doesn t have partially hydro-whatever in it. She said. Well, good luck with that! I m going to the store with my grandmother. I ll catch you later on AIM"!! she hung up before I could say anything.
I let out a huge sigh and went downstairs to my garage where most of my snacks were. In the back of the garage, there were two refrigerators that had a small freezer included and one large freezer. In the front of the garage, where I was, was a tall shelf with a bunch of kitchen utensils and snacks. Even though the snack shelf was closest to me, I wanted to start searching for food in the freezer. The first thing I saw in the freezer was ice cream. I screamed "ICE CREAM!!!" in my head with much excitement like that of a 5 year old. I love ice cream! And it was my favorite flavor: mint chocolate chip! I nearly broke the shelf of the freezer door off when I snatched my ice cream out. I rushed into the kitchen and hunted for an ice cream scoop. As soon as I opened the lid to the ice cream, words echoed in my head. The words were incoherent at first but they got louder and louder each time they reverberated.
"If it has Trans fat in it, it's unhealthy for you!" It was Hallie's words! I can't believe I forgot the Trans fat dilemma that we were talking about on the phone! I quickly closed the lid to the ice cream and looked at the nutrition facts label. This time I didn't have to look at the ingredients section. The Trans fat amount clearly said "1g". One gram! If almost zero grams of Trans fat is already unhealthy, just think of how unhealthy one gram would be! I put the ice cream back into the freezer as forcefully as I did when I took it out.