22 Feb 2009

I would like to send out a big shout to the makers of Dreyer’s ice cream. Last night I ran into the local 7-11 after my workout desperate for water and mistakenly passed the freezer section. This little gem

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called to me like a dockside hooker beckons sailors. Like so many sea-faring men before me I crumpled to it’s mysterious green charms.

And like many before me I was filled with regret and worry as I moved to get on the scale this morning. It took me an entire week to lose half a pound (don’t sing me that “gaining muscle” song I’m trying to dump my spare tire dammit!). I thought for sure I’d gained it back and I was seriously considering enveloping myself in the other half pint for consolation.

Instead I lost ANOTHER half pound. HZ is at her goal and I’m three pounds heavier.

I laughed uproariously (perhaps with a slightly wild and hysterical edge although I’d never admit it). And then ceremoniously walked the other half pint to the dumpster outside where even I, in my most desperate mint chocolate brownie moment would not stoop to dive.

Does this shit happen to anyone else?

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  1. Leigh-belle says,

    seriously, you can forward that icecream to me. I’ll save you from it…

    dated February 22, 2009 at 6:05 pm

  2. Hogzilla says,

    I’m running out right now and buying the entire ice cream aisle…

    dated February 22, 2009 at 7:01 pm

  3. CarbKiller says,

    Leigh, your generosity leaves me speechless

    HZ, this is where I put in that diet disclaimer

    *results not typical

    dated February 22, 2009 at 7:04 pm

  4. Mia says,

    ice cream….

    Yesterday at California Dreamin’ the kids all got ice cream as did my brother. All of the women took little bites. I only had one bite of my nephews cookie ice cream sandwich. I love those things and there is enough calories and fat in each one to feed a small village in Africa!

    I did realize the difference between me and the kids though – they run through life. Run and jump on walls; run as soon as they are off of one ride to head to the next and on the way they jump on and off of walls. The four of them expend more energy standing still and wiggling than I do on most days.

    This is why my nephew can eat MY ice cream.

    Ice cream….

    dated February 23, 2009 at 8:48 pm

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