I’ll admit it, Reader-a box of Frosties beat me. I was standing in the supermarket, staring at Tony the Tiger. He’s grinning, like he knows how easy it is to pull me in with childhood memories, late-night snacks, and a lot of sugar. I told myself, “Just one bowl when I get home. Then back to work.” We all know how that turns out. First bowl-tastes great. Brings back Saturday morning cartoons. Second bowl-now the sugar rush is kicking in. Third bowl-yep, I went all in. I tried to stop. My...