This, my friend, is my inner conflict involving ice cream.

I have reached a crossroads in my life. The ice cream that I have been abusing reached it's end today. Where do I go from here?





I have every urge in the world make a quick run to the store to stock up. Just one more time. Maybe even purchase a few other things to fool myself and others about what I really came there for. One more sweet, sticky, mind blowing time. Life's been easier with ice cream around. I think it even cured a migraine today.

Or... I could just enjoy the time we had together. I should come to terms with the fact that every naughty spoonful I shoveled into my mouth wasn't meant to be enjoyed every day.

While fantastic in almost every single way, something tells me that a long term, daily encounter with ice cream would surely be detrimental to me. After all, there have been some side effects.....

Aside from the instant guilt and stomach aches, it has also prevented me from eating other food. It has had nearly my full attention. How can I possibly make room for things with better nutritional value when I have already binged (while still standing in front of the freezer, mind you.) on a bowl of vanilla bean with whipped cream and chocolate sauce? My appetite for what I should be eating has left. Should it continue as it has, I would surely fall victim to massive weight gain, deficiencies of various types, heart disease and possibly even diabetes (Or "the sugars" as I like to call them). Hell, if anything, after a few weeks it would probably start giving me the shits.

This would make me hate ice cream in the long run. I really don't want to hate ice cream. Ice cream is perfect in small doses. Ice cream will be there for me when I need it but we will have to live our separate lives. We can hang out at parties 'n' stuff.

It's for the best, really. I love ice cream but I hate being fat. I have my high school reunion in two weeks and it would be cool not to be asked when my next child is due. I would hate to have to explain that I am not, in fact, pregnant but rather a poor example of self control and self medication. That's just uncomfortable for everyone involved.