I rolled over and looked at the clock: 3:52 a.m. The grumpy stomach and foggy brain that awakened me Monday morning was unmistakable; it’s a hangover. . . a food hangover. It doesn’t take long to realize going back to sleep is not an option; my head is throbbing but it’s mostly because I’m pissed at myself for ruining the start to what I expect to be a very special week. Continue reading “Why Do Food and Fun Have to be Such Great Companions?”
I’m Striving For Moderation . . . Unless We’re Talking About Ice Cream
I don’t consider my relationship with ice cream to technically be an addiction; after all, I just went ten weeks without it. But it is most certainly the biggest challenge my willpower faces, with other favorites like chocolate, Egg McMuffins and wine far easier for me to resist. Now that I’m easing up on the strict diet I embraced earlier this year, my occasional over-the-top love for ice cream might present the only real glitch in the otherwise smooth transition to a more moderate approach to healthy eating.
Since my newly revamped lifestyle is intended to allow me to enjoy living on my own terms, I’ll go on record right now that two key elements of the life I cherish are eating ice cream when it pleases me and fitting into my skinny jeans. Continue reading “I’m Striving For Moderation . . . Unless We’re Talking About Ice Cream”