Ice Cream

As I was listening to a positive discipline recording to help my toddler, I realized I have allowed myself to become a toddler. Yes, I have compulsions I can not control.
I want ICE CREAM! I throw tantrums to get it. Since I am an adult, I also buy ice cream myself. It's more fun to make my husband do it (even though I know I shouldn't).

Ice Cream has become my escape. I wish I could relate to Sara McLachlan and sultrily sing to my husband that, "his love is better than Ice Cream." Right now, nothing is better than Ice Cream.

My daughter is now one and I still can't get myself into the old habits of working off my frustrations, upsets, disillusions, petty thoughts and occasional bouts of fatty foods. I've read numerous books and watched videos on how to exercise with your baby but, I can't do it. I don't feel connected to my daughter. I feel as if though I'm using her as a tool.

Ok. Ok. That's a lie. The truth is: I am so out of shape. I get tired after a few minutes and I use her as an excuse to get out of the exercise. Oh, the shame!

I have the answer to stop this madness but, I have to want to commit.

Today I am going to take one small step towards abandoning the obsession with Ice Cream.
I'm going to set a goal.

Goal #1: Replace Ice Cream with fruit.

That's my goal.

I always have plenty of fruit handy. I have to stuff it in the freezer so that it won't go bad after I've chosen sweets for the millionth time. Now, I won't have to.

I hope I can reach this goal. Wish me luck!