I've been betrayed!

Today is Ice Cream Wednesday at work. A tradition I started a couple of years ago. I've abstained for quite awhile but today I decided to partake.

I wanted a chocolate malted milkshake. My favorite. Aunt Flo in da house!

And our local ice cream parlor has the best. Three sips. Tasted like heaven but good ole Sleeve Perry did not approve. I now feel like I have a brick in my belly and am fighting the urge to gag.

...then fall, Amanda...

Nicely played Sleeve Perry, Nicely played.

Way to go, Sleeve!

Caesar only had to beware the Ides of March, and he didn't listen. He would have never stood up to Ice Cream Wednesday!

Sleeve Perry..."Don't Stop Be-Sleevin'!"

the Sleeve wins again!!! :-)

Ice cream does that to me, too! And I used to live on ice cream.

Sippin' a malt in the hot sun

I fought my Sleeve and my Sleeve won

I fought my Sleeve and my Sleeve won

I needed ice cream 'cause I had none

I fought my Sleeve and my Sleeve won

I fought my Sleeve and my Sleeve won

Hmm wonder what it is about ice cream, it does that to me too ... I wonder if it is because it is such a pure injection of sugar? Kinda like the dessert version of a needle full of heroin right in the jugular ... when I first discovered it I was about a year and a half post-op and I decided since I was such a vigilant calorie counter and exerciser, that I would go to the locally celebrated ice cream shop for a baby scoop ... by the time bite #3 had been swallowed I knew something was W.R.O.N.G. I barely made it home and it felt just like in college after a too *successful* frat party. bleeeeaargh

Being an idiot/food addict, a few months later I tried it again, only to have the same reaction. So, ice cream is no longer my favorite go-to dessert.

I've switched to dark chocolate truffles

All I know is yesterday was an all around rough day and I've learned my lesson!