Or, at least, that's how it feels.
While my little sister can eat countless bags of candy and four chocolate milks a day- and stay thin as a twig-, I consider having a bowl of cereal equals "behaving badly". Yeah, so I manage to forget about it while I'm eating my chocolates and brownies. And I've figured out it's best not to feel guilty. I just try not to do it, eating stuff I shouldn't. I mostly succeed, and it shows on my size drop.
But it's still a little weird to see her eat whatever she wants, whenever she wants, while I eat light six days a week. Stupid genes.