Summer months and all the favorite ice cream shops local and afar are offering up specials and limited edition flavors.
Since the beginning of year 2017 I’ve been a participant of a weight-loss program and my weight has been on the downward trend.
A changeover to the new healthier version of me was in full swing. Inclusive were some healthy recipe classes, daily walking, pre-planning of meals for one and record keeping.
My overall health showed signs of improvement as my clothing sizes became smaller and daily exercise left me refreshed and energized.
This weight loss journey took lots of self-discipline and at times self-denial. I’d document my food choices and often plated my meals, photographed them and posted them on Instagram.
I wasn’t prepared for sudden disappointment of a hope nor the roller coaster ride of emotions.
Saddened by the turn of events, I broke regimen and began to indulge in one of my favorite delicious food items, ice cream.
It’s my only guilty pleasure since no way would this child of an alcoholic turn to booze to curb the pain.
Ready for bed each night, I’d religiously measure out my 1/2 cup portion, consume it then return to the freezer to replenish the bowl with another serving plus a few extra tablespoons.
My favorite is classified as all-American dairy manufactured with milk and cream from cows not treated with artificial growth hormones and all colors and flavors from natural sources.
The preference to consume the culprit which contributed to my former beach ball figure from a dish rather than melting off a waffle or sugar cone allowed me on occasion to add additional toppings of chocolate sauce, whipped cream and maraschino cherries referred now to creation of an ice cream sundae.
The eye-opener this past week was disappointment of the numbers on the weigh-in scale at my physician’s 6-month visit. Although there was a registered weight loss, the goal I’d set for myself hadn’t been achieved thanks to my foolish behavior.
Amidst temperatures ranging from 70s thru 90s, the peak time for those who desire my favorite frozen dessert, I’m totally aware it’s time for me to curb my nightly craving and switchover to healthier choices.
Embarking on a restart feels a bit like the 40 days of Lent, the time period prior to Easter observed with fasting, repentance and practice of spiritual discipline.