Gourmet? NOT!!!

As a general rule of thumb, I have a mantra: don't look at food, don't think about food, don't take pictures of food, don't watch TV advertisements featuring food, don't read recipes and don't read dieting advice web sites. Like everyone else in the world, my daily attempt to keep my BMI in a low range has its good days and bad days. My heroes are those folks who join the Lean Plate Club and succeed in being trim and fit.

Yesterday, was a good day and a bad day--totally blew my diet on my greatest weakness. This baby calls to me every summer and thus far this season, I've had one.

You can tell if you're an alcoholic if you sneak a drink alone. I'm an addict when it comes to ice cream. Nobody comes between me and a chocolate-dipped, soft-serve ice cream cone. It isn't an experience that I want to share. I don't eat ice cream to socialize. I just want to savor the cold, creamy flavor as it melts on my tongue and slides down my throat. If I'm listening to someone talk, I miss it. It's an experience best savored alone. It's a spiritual experience like meditating.

I drove completely across town for the real deal, no frozen yogurt, low fat, ice milk pretender will do. It was full of calories, cholesterol and enough heavy cream to choke a cow. So I told myself it was full of calcium. It was yummy and delicious and I can still taste it. I kept telling myself to remember it as I dragged myself to the fitness center and walked it off for an hour this morning. I walked four miles in an hour, but I don't think that was enough to compensate for falling off the wagon. I thoroughly enjoyed the ice cream so I have to challenge the magnet on my refrigerator that says, "Nothing tastes as good as thin feels." It tasted pretty darn good, but I have to remember that other expression, "A minute on the lips, forever on the hips." Back to rabbit food.