That's my story and I am sticking to it.
One of the local eateries known for its beef on weck and its array of ice cream treats is the only place I know of that has orange chocolate ice cream — except that for a long time, it just never had it available. Yesterday, on a whim, I decided to stop by and get a cone... to my pleasant (or maybe not so pleasant) surprise, they had it!
Let me go back a little bit. You see, I had a lunch out with a former co-worker at my favorite Thai place. I had a nice shrimp curry, a coconut chicken soup, and a shrimp and chicken spring roll. Not great, but not bad considering that I was planning on having nothing else to eat the rest of the day (I know, not my best strategy, but it was what it was). That was all well and good, but then I started thinking about ice cream for some reason... maybe because I knew that there was an Anderson's on the way home, who knows. Logic defies me sometimes — who wants an ice cream cone in the freezing weather we've been having this past week?!? Yup. Me.
Once again, it's that syndrome where I get feeling entitled, I guess... having a great week weight loss-wise and feeling loosier and goosier. A small cone! Why shouldn't I?
You might guess what really happened. Once I saw that they had orange chocolate, I ordered a large. In one of those dipped waffle cones with sprinkles, no less.
Oh my, it was delicious. It was heavenly. I don't regret it.
(The lunch was fantastic, too, by the way.)
Surprisingly enough, I showed just about a pound gain on the scale this morning. I was down just above 310; now I am just above 311. I'm OK with it. I got lucky, I feel.
So yes, I LOVED eating that ice cream, but man oh man, do I want to get myself below 310. SO badly.
Today you will find me right back on track, and happily so.