Last month, I got it in my head that I wanted a lollipop. And you know what? The lollipop was awesome. As an adult in his 30s who does not get to exercise as often enough as he would like, this was a rare treat, and a throwback to the times when I was a kid and devoured these things like crazy. It felt great, and I let the nostalgia wash over me. The missus saw this, and, as a joke, bought me one of those mammoth ones that don't even taste as good to work on. I immediately regretted opening the wrapper. It was too much, it was bad for me, and it reminded me of why I stopped eating the damned t....