Not only did I eat Ice Cream, but I devoured a double cone and requested it in my coffee!
I need a new strategy. What type of fitness nut am I if I can't even say no to Ice Cream?
This is how it went down:
First downfall:
Location: Wienerschnitzel.
Crime: Ice cream cone.
Details:Being the great aunt and sister that I am, I called my sister and asked her what they wanted from the drive thru. My nephew asked for an ice cream cone. I ordered my meal, and other requests, then pulled up into the drive thru. There was still one person ahead of me, so the cashier walked out of the shop and handed the ice cream cone to me! I couldn't say, "take it back lady! I've vowed to never eat Ice Cream again!" Needless to say, I inhaled the ice cream cone there and then. Yes, my nephew got a new cone. I'm not a monster.
Second downfall:
Location: My mother in law's house.
Crime: Double ice cream cone.
Details:The girls and I were busy making delicacies when the ice cream man rang his pretty little devilish song. It's the kind of song that will make children run in traffic. This song is like a siren that welcomes you in and then turns you into an obese human being when you least expect it! There's another catch: The Ice Cream Truck. It's not your typical ice cream truck. They sell soft serve! YES! S-o-f-t s-e-r-v-e. They also give it to you in a double cone, if you ask for it. It's a monstrosity of a cone, but you love it once you've had one. I asked for it. I don't regret it.
Third downfall:
Location: The last game of the season at the Dodger stadium.
Crime: Ice Cream in coffee.
Details: At the concession stand I ordered coffee. The cashier handed me a black coffee. I just started drinking coffee after having my first child last year. There is no way I was drinking it black. The cashier directed me to the island with the condiments. There was no creamer! Packets of sugar and ketchup were everywhere, but the creamer? No where in sight. I did not stand in line. No, instead I waited for the cashier to complete the next transaction. She didn't pay attention to me. The next sales clerk that walked next to me heard my, "excuse me?" I let them know that there was no creamer and asked them if i could have some ice cream instead. Of course, I asked them how much it would be. She spoke to the cashier who was too busy to look in my direction. That cashier very sweetly took my cup and poured soft serve ice cream directly into my coffee cup. I WAS IN HEAVEN!
This was all free of charge. She even offered to give me a spoon! I declined. It was the best tasting coffee in my life.
I was the perpetrator in every one of these incidents, I confess. I have not curbed my habit of crazy ice cream love. In my defense, I have not forced my husband to bring me ice cream in the middle of the night, or thrown a tantrum for ice cream. It's still not a good sign that I can't resist that creamy icy delight.
My new strategy to reach this goal needs time to develop.
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