Ah, will power. It’s such an important quality. It keeps one out of all sorts of trouble. Alas, I have none. Especially not when it comes to ice cream. Especially not when it comes to Cold Stone chocolate ice cream with Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. (Incidentally, that’s the only way you can get a Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup in Taiwan.) And most especially not when my husband is so keen on going out and getting a fix. Of ice cream.
Confession is good for the soul, right? So let me give a little dietary confession. Here’s what I ate today. I had the other half of that white cake that I told you about yesterday. You know, the one with all the chemicals that I complained about. Did you actually think that was going to stop me from finishing it? Ha, you don’t know me at all. For lunch, I had a whole wheat tortilla sprinkled with some shredded cheddar cheese, popped in the microwave, rolled up and dipped in sour cream. After swimming at Kuhio beach, I had a poorly made creamsicle shave ice which I didn’t finish because the flavor didn’t go all the way to the bottom. For dinner we ate chicken tortellini. I picked off all the vegetables. Then I let my husband talk me into going out for ice cream, even though it’s expensive and fattening. So, basically, I had three desserts in one day. I have a problem.
You might have noticed that I like food. Most especially, I like sugary foods. They bring a lot of pleasure to my life. It’s my only serious vice. I realize I am extremely fortunate. I can eat a bunch of sugar and still stay relatively thin. Not movie star thin, but I’m not overweight, and I never go to the gym. In fact, I sort of abhor the thought of exercise for exercise’s sake. So, I’m wondering if I should feel guilty about this bad habit of mine? I seem to still be relatively healthy, even though I eat so many carbs and almost no fruits and vegetables. I can get away with it, so why shouldn’t I indulge? Perhaps the guilt is the only thing that allows me to maintain some semblance of moderation.
Tomorrow I’m making a chocolate lime tart. Want to come over and help me eat it so that I can feel less guilty? It would be a huge help.