I've been a very naughty girl. If I had to go report to my surgeon's office right now, I'd have to hang my head in shame and fess up to a myriad of sins. But my biggest, most offensive sin, that pretty much encompasses a multitude of other minor sins is this:
For the past 2 weeks or so I have replaced at least 6 meals each week with ice cream.
Breyer's Rocky Road, Blue Bunny Peanut Butter Panic, Private Selection Peanut Butter Passion, Blue Bunny Berry Me Please, Farr's Chocolate Peanut Butter.
Yep, I remember the names of my ice cream flings. Every.single.one.
The really bad part of this sin? No consequences that I can see, because the scale has been going down. Yep, you read me right, down.
I have stopped snacking during the day as well, from all the guilt I feel from the ice cream meals.
So, a Slim Fast shake in the morning, and a meal or two of ice cream and....I'm done for the day! Is that was the Slim Fast people meant when they talked about meal replacement?
I'm sure the inside of my body is screaming in disgust.
But I'm down 60 pounds now. After almost two long years. I wish I had known about the ice cream plan way back when.
Today I got my act together and heated up some leftovers from Sunday dinner for my lunch. I got stuck after only about 7 or 8 bites. And I had to throw up.
And I missed my ice cream fling!