One Sweet Little Habit

I have a little bit of an addiction problem. I. Love. Ice Cream. There. I said it. I love it and I'm not afraid to admit it. Even though I have a kid with a milk allergy, I still sneak a pint into the freezer once a week to feed my little addiction. In my secret double life, I'm actually a cheerleader for the Dairy industry. Shhh. Don't tell. I eat ice cream every Saturday while watching a movie. It begins to call to me on Friday when I stroll through the freezer aisle of Wal-Mart and pretend that I'm actually there to buy vegetables. I go down the ice cream aisle and put on my 'oops! he he he...wrong aisle. I was looking for broccoli' face. Oh sure. I'm certain that when you go to Wally World, the last thing anyone could care about is whether or not that total stranger that walked by them is buying a pint of Ben & Jerry's to feed her face. Once Friday night hits, I start to dream of the sugary, creamy goodness that waits for me in my freezer. Sometimes I even catch myself drooling just a little bit when I pass the fridge. I'll admit it. Sometimes I sneak a bite...or two...or three, just to hold me until Saturday. I've even tried to sneak just one bite and ended up scraping the bottom of the bucket before I even knew what hit me. Yeah. It's that good. Problem: Ice cream, believe it or not, is actually bad for you. *gasp* I know. I'm just as shocked as you are. I'm quite sure that there aren't any special clinics for this little habit, but then again, I could be wrong. I suppose if you look hard enough you can find just about anything. Heck, there's probably even an infomercial playing on TV late at night to help you kick the habit. A once an hour carrot-dispenser or something of the sort. So, try as I might, I can't seem to kick the habit. But lately I've heard my hips whispering to me as I walk throughout the day. They beg me to stop eating my 2000 calorie pint of sugar once a week. Turns out that my hips are running low on storage space and they've warned me that if I'm not careful, they'll have to ask my butt to start storing there. So my new goal is to cut back on the ice cream this year. Though it's part of my special 'me time' routine every weekend, I'll just have to cope with my carrot-stick dispenser. *sigh* Oh Everything-But-The, I shall miss you...more than you know.