I have a confession. I love/adore/revel in ice cream. Also sorbet, sherbet, gelato, frozen yogurt, the ubiquitous soft serve from DQ, you name it. I just love it all. Because I do, I have to stay away from the ice cream aisle at the grocery store, steer clear of the DQ drive through – of which there is one only about 1/2 mile from my house… – and avoid local specialty ice cream shops like the plague. But every once in a while, I must visit my old friend Ice Cream and have a scoop (or two).
My mom and siblings can confirm, I used to never go a day without a huge bowl of ice cream. Sometimes, I even had two. Now, through sheer will, and a currently more closely more monitored budget, I rarely have it. Likely that’s a good thing, health wise, but man, I miss it.
In other news, I attempted to do yoga today. I’m pretty sure I broke every connective tissue point in my entire body. Please excuse me. I’m going to go have some ice cream now.