When All I Want Is Ice Cream


Walking past an ice cream parlor this afternoon, I really wanted to go in and order a mint chocolate chip ice cream sundae, but alas I resisted. It’s not because I have strong will power, barely, but because I will soon be attending a wedding where the ex will also be making an appearance. Of course, I want – no, scratch that – I need to look happier, prettier and thinner. The happier, I can always fake. The prettier, thank God for makeup. But, the thinner…that needs some work.

Now, I am not fat by any stretch of the imagination, but I am also not the token 100-pound Asian, which was what the ex preferred. So, for my master plan to look like I am much better off without him, I have been going to the gym 4-5 times a week, and eating salads and grilled chicken breasts for the past 3 weeks. Given I have not had sweets for the past 3 weeks, giving up on that sundae this afternoon was a gargantuan struggle on my part.

As I was running on the treadmill this evening, a thought came to me; I do my best thinking on the treadmill, in the pool, and in the shower. Why am I so concerned with what he would think? Who cares if he thinks I gained weight? Why am I depriving myself of living, eating, and enjoying myself? The whole point of this dietary regime was to let him think that I am happier without him and subjecting myself to an unnecessary diet is ridiculous. Freak him, I love myself and my body way more than a meaningless spite, and the body says “I want some ice cream, now”. Ice cream my body shall have.

So after the gym, I went to the grocery store, and I bought a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. Eight ounces (I know a pint is 16 ounces, but I could only finish half), four dollars, and 560 calories later, I felt much happier. Not just because I was satisfied, but because those 8 ounces made me realize that the greatest revenge is not to torture myself so it “appears” to him that I am happier or better off without him, but rather to “actually” be happier without him. And so, I indulged.

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Written on behalf of a friend

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3 Responses to “When All I Want Is Ice Cream”
  1. amillionthingstosmileabout says:

    You figures it out on the treadmill. Good stuff.
    Will you tell me what makes you smile?
    Ciao.

  2. I fell victim to the dreadful Ben and Jerry’s last night. Afterwards I wanted to weep

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