Recently I have become OBSESSED with trendy, yuppy ice cream. No, not the chain-style Cold Stone or [slightly]healthier TCBY – but the calorie-packed goodness of Molly Moon’s. I know, I’m late on the uptake here and people in Sea-town have been licking on this creamy goodness for years. However, as a somewhat rebellious flip-flop Weight Watcher I have attempted to cut all things that could set off the Fat-Sensors across the world – which includes high-end ice cream. Kind of like how I associate high-end purses with HIGH price tags, similarly I associate this ice cream with a caloric content in the thousands.
Ok, I have to note that this TOTALLY goes against my other blog, Sexier than Meatloaf, which is committed to convincing you calories don’t count – and is all about baking, yum! You say hypocrite, I say that I am a not-so-closet sugar fiend trying to repress her constant desires to eat anything high in calories. Po-taaaa-toe / poh-tah-d’oh!
Anyway, any and every time I drive past this somewhat discrete gem of a creamery, I try to come up with any and every reason/excuse to stop for a scoop…or a pint. Y’know, for later.
I had a stressful week. (And, clearly, eating my feelings will fix it.)
I can skip another meal to subsidize the calories. (But I won’t.)
I can go for a run…err, walk. (But I don’t.)
It’s shark week. (Advil is overrated.)
It’s Saturday. (Or Sunday…)
I drank to much and it will settle my stomach. (Oh ya? I’m sure your body loves that one, Champ.)
After compiling this list of logical, rational reasons, I have come to conclude that it can also be applied to purchase of the following:
More ice cream
A slippery slope of temptation if you ask me. Ice cream here I come…