When James biked and raced over 200 miles each week, we went through a lot of food. He never, ever had to worry about weight which meant anytime I went to bake, my semisweet chocolate chips would be devoured. I would hide them so there would be some around for baking. Now he is so thin, that I leave a three-pound Costco bag out in the open. I am so happy to run out of chocolate chips and finally have him weigh more than me once again.