Confession time: Prior to RNY, I LOVED ice cream. I ate a bowl every night right before bed. In April, when I began dieting in earnest, I went to a low calorie ice cream bar. That was okay, except it was so small. Since the three weeks leading up to surgery, I have not had even one small bite of any kind of frozen treat - that would be since early June. I have begun to dream about ice cream!! The last few nights, I have had the most vivid dreams about ice cream cones, shakes, or dishes of ice cream. I AM STRONGER THAN THIS!!!! Tonight I am going to dig out my copy of 50 Shades and see if I can get my subconscious to think about something other that ice cream!!!