Choices

Yes, you can picture me as the little hamster in the middle of temptation. I absolutely LOVE Hagen Daaz ice cream. I am a pure-ist and I prefer either stawberry or chocolate. But I have a complaint.... the cartons lie. I don't know if you are aware of this, but they do. They tell you that a serving size is 1/2 cup but we all know that the container itself is one serving! Who are they kidding?? Don't they realize that we think of the carton as a disposable bowl? How thoughtful of them - right?

Some days just cry out for ice cream. My dear daughter, The Unsinkable Kristen Chapman, was talking to me recently about a rather stressful, depressing day, and I commented, "This is a Hagen Daaz day." She and I both understood this to mean a pint day NOT a 1/2 cup day. (Again, who only eats 1/2 a cup.) I left the store with one of my favorite flavors and proceeded to enjoy the delicious, creamy, chocolatey-flavor swirling over my tongue and sliding smoothly down my throat! yummm ... absolutely heaven. At the sound of the spoon scraping cardboard, I quickly realized that I was at the bottom of the carton. I had finished the ice cream.

Now, for the sake of all you readers out there... yes, it's true, I struggle with my bloodsugar. So why would I eat all of that ice cream you ask? Duh, because that's why God made it. For me to eat it. (wink) I thought about the ice cream and sugar for a couple of days and came up with this conclusion: I'll wean myself off by buying a flavor that is not my favorite. Not nasty mind you... just not my favorite. Then I won't want to eat as much. I thought it was a brilliant idea!

I ran right out and picked up a carton of ok ice cream, Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia. Vanilla ice cream (bland) with cherries, (good in pie but not ice cream) and flakes of chocolate (good but usually in bar form). I was set. And my plan worked. I don't care for it AND I only ate 1/4 a cup of it. I was very proud of myself. In fact, if I keep this up I may wean myself off ice cream for good. Just, please Lord, don't put a pint of Hagen Daaz in front of me or it's likely to disappear faster than hershey kisses to a hormonal, hot-flashin, woman. WAIT - that would be me too! Crikey... I think I need some ice cream.