It is 8:30am in the Metro Tower. Flash heads towards the cafeteria for breakfast. He runs into Booster Gold, standing right in front of the cafeteria doors.

"So Flash," says Booster, "Are you really going to go through with this?"

"Of course I am," answers Flash, "I said I would."

"Remember," Booster reminds him, "You have to make healthy food choices today. No sweets, no joke, no fatten foods, etc."

"Yea yea I know," answers Flash, "Now can you please let me in?"

"Do you even know how to make healthy food choices Flash?" asks Booster with a smirk.

"Of course I do," answers Flash, getting irritated, "Now let me in. I'm hungry."

"Of course," Booster slowly moves away from the door, "Oh and don't forget, we'll be watching you."

Booster gives him a thumbs up. Flash just rolls his eyes and enters the cafeteria.

Flash grabs a tray and begins to reach for his usual food choices, but then he remembers.

This isn't going to be easy, but I'm sure I can do.

First, he loads his tray up with different kinds of fruit. Fruit is an A on any health experts lists, and Flash actually likes most fruits. He grabs another tray to load up. Now comes the tricky part.

Flash is putting eggs on his tray. "That's too much," comes an electronic sounding voice. Startled, Flash turns his head to see Skeetz looking over his shoulder.

"What are you talking about?" asks Flash, "Eggs are good for you."

"One egg scrambled contains 215 milligrams of cholesterol," answers Skeetz, "A healthy human should not exceed six eggs per week. The amount you have on your plate equals to the equivalent of twelve eggs, equally to 2,580 milligrams of cholesterol, 60 grams of fat, 1200 calories...

"Oh please!" Flash ignores him and moves on, putting grits on his tray, the kind loaded with butter, cheese, and bacon bits.

"Plain kind," says Skeetz.

"What was that?" says Flash, getting irrated.

"Butter, cheese, and bacon are high-fat foods, which are on the forbidden lists. You should get the plain grits."

Flash makes a face, "I hate plain grits. Has no taste."

"Those are the rules for the day," says Skeetz.

Reluctantly, Flash scraps the grits off his tray and just bypasses getting the plain kind. Next he goes for the oatmeal. Today's oatmeal choices are maple brown and sugar, and peaches and cream.

"Not the maple brown and sugar kind," says Skeetz.

Flash bangs the serving spoon back into the serving dish, "Then what kind do you suggest I get?"

"The peaches and cream kind," answers Skeetz.

Flash scoops the peaches and cream oatmeal on his tray. Flash prefers the oatmeal kinds with sugar and cinnamon, but peaches and cream is good too. Next, he struggles past the bacon and sausage, even though he's craving them. Then he grabs five pieces of wheat toast, remembering not to get the white kind, even though he prefers the white kind, and he remembers not to put butter on it, as much as he hated that. Then he grabs a few packs of jelly.

"Jelly, unhealthy junk food," says Skeetz.

Flash, turning red, throws the jelly packs at Skeetz, grabs his two trays and runs out of the kitchen. He had also wanted to get muffins and pancakes, but he decided not to risks anymore confrontations with that know-it-all computer. He didn't even know which muffins were healthy or not, and he was sure Skeetz would get on him about pancakes too.

Wally gets some orange juice and takes a seat next to Shayera, who is also on duty today. Shayera takes one look at the contents of Flash's trays and is shocked.

"Wally," she ask, "Are you sick or something?"

"No," answers Flash, "Why do you ask?"

"Your trays are full of, healthy foods," Shayera says staring at his trays.

"Yea, so?" Flash bits into an apple.

Shayera glares at him, "Since when do you eat health foods?"

Flash waves his hand, "Oh come on Shayera. Can't a guy eat healthy once in a while?"

Shayera tilts her head, "I didn't think that applied to you."

Flash looks up from his apple, "Well it does today."

"Today?" Shayera grabs Flash's hand, causing him to drop his apple, and pens it on the table. "All right Wally, what's going on here?"

Flash is a little nervous, but decides he might as well tell her, "Alright, but can he please let go of my arm first."

Shayera loosens her grip, "Spill it Wally."

Flash rubs his wrist, "Alright. Man you hurt. I sort of, ah, made a bet with Booster Gold that I won't eat any junk food for a day."

Shayera glares at him, "You did what? What in the world made you agree to a stupid bet like that?"

Wally takes a mouthful of eggs before answering, "I wasn't thinking. We just got carried away."

"And you're really going through with it," asks Shayera, concern.

"Well, yea," answers Flash, "It's only until midnight. I want to see Booster humiliated. The looser has to parade around his hometown in a pink women's night gown, I think that's what we agreed to, and he has to shout what a fool he is and how great the winner."

Shayera shakes her head, "That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"We'll see how ridiculous it is when Booster does it," Flash smiles at the thought.

"Are you sure you're going to be able to do this," asks Shayera.

"Aw, sure. Piece of cake." Flash fantasies about cake for a minute, then tries to shove it out of his mind. "Besides, I want to prove to myself that I don't have an addiction to sweets and junk food, like Booster said. I only eat them because I need them. Right?"

Shayera tries to hold back a giggle. She doesn't believe that statement one bit. "Well Wally, don't stretch yourself too thin. You're the second person this week Booster has manipulated into a bet like that."

"What do you mean?" asks Flash, his mouth full of food.

"He bet Kara that she couldn't go an entire week without peanut and chocolate."

Flash nearly spits out his orange juice, "Kara, going a week without peanut butter and chocolate. Now there's a joke."

"Well believe it or not Wally," assures Shayera, "She's on her fifth day. Booster's really been taunting her, but she's made it this far."

"I hope she makes it." Flash then eyeballs the donuts, cinnamon rolls, and cookies over on the desert table. "Man, I hope I can make it too."