One of my downfalls in life is ice cream.   We have developed a love/hate relationship over the years. I love it so much I hate it. I can’t even have it in the house. When passing the frozen food section in the grocery store I can usually walk away and resist buying it. But sometimes I can hear it call my name, taunting me.

After having polished off an entire container of Ben & Jerry’s all by myself, I wonder why I brought it in the house this time.   But I know the answer. It was ‘the perfect storm.’ I was experiencing a moment of weakness and it was on sale, buy-one-get-one-free. Who can resist getting one free of something you like so much to begin with!?

Once it’s in the house, I seem to have no will power. I am totally unreasonable. Any sane person would know to take a small amount; heck one serving has 300 calories and a pint has 4 servings. You do the math; that comes out to 1200 total calories, almost my entire caloric intake for the day eaten after I’ve had breakfast and lunch! That’s also after the scale registered an additional 2 pounds from the 1^st container I ate the day before. My ‘buy one’ and my ‘free one’ have both been consumed in less than 48 hours. Sheesh! Fortunately, this is a rarity, but I’m now left with having to work off the physical effects of this binge, not to mention the self-berating I am putting myself through.

I realize that the enjoyment is rather short-lived, lasting only as long as it takes to melt on my tongue. Very quickly, it is history except for what’s in my stomach working its way through the digestion process and waiting to enter my various organs; mostly stored as fat. That part of this ice-cream binge is what lasts the longest. If I’m in just the right, or rather, wrong state of mind when ice cream is available, I don’t seem to remember that part; all I want is the sweet, cold nectar on my tongue and even though I know its moments there are ever so brief, I can’t seem to help myself. I am its slave as it surely is my master.

This is why I rarely bring ice cream home. I find that if I can manage to say “no” at the grocery store, it saves me from battling the constant call from the freezer, “I’m h-e-e-r-e,” “you know how good I’ll taste,” “you brought me home, you might as well eat me.” Once I do start the container, the other thing I hear is, “you might as well eat it all and get it over with; the sooner you eat it all, the sooner you can get back on track again.” Where is the sanity in that I ask you?! So this is why I commit to no longer bringing ice cream home from the grocery store, even if it is buy-one-get-one-free!

~Zanne

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