In a few weekends, I’m heading on an annual 3-day “guy’s ski trip.” In advance the group — a dozen normal, relatively intelligent men in their 40s and 50s — organized a grocery list.

Clearly this trip will be nothing less than apocalyptic to all digestive functions, and will destroy any semblance of the healthy balance I’ve been striving for.

GROCERY LIST:

• 8 boxes of Cheez-its
• 4 bags of Ruffles BBQ potato chips
• 4 bags of Sour Cream & Onion potato chips
• 2 dozen eggs...