Arguably one of my healthiest dieting exploits, eating "clean" didn’t prevent me from being a jerk. Everything I ate had to be organic, minimally processed, and free of additives or preservatives.
That was all well and good. What sucked was that whenever I visited my parents, I gave them grief for eating the "prepared, pre-packaged trash" they were getting from the supermarket. These were busy, blue-collar workers making ends meet in a working-class neighborhood (read: no farmers markets).
As it turns out, eating clean didn’t help me lose weight on its own; slamming locally sourced, whole-grain muffins kept me just as heavy as I was when downing boxes of chemical-saturated Ding Dongs.