seriously.
i have a confession to make. i don’t like ice cream. i really don’t. i like other sweet stuff – cookies, cake, pie etc. i’m just not crazy about ice cream. if forced (yes, forced), i’ll get cookie dough and pick out the balls. (he. i said balls). this non-love of ice cream is becoming a problem because we’ve been making at-least-once-weekly trips with our friends to Demetre‘s…which is an ice cream place. sure, they have waffles, served with ice cream. and crepes, served with ice cream. and cake, wait for it, yes, it too is served with ice cream. i’m working around it…i’ve been ordering the crepes (hold the ice cream please!) or eating the cake off of the husband’s order. mmm…cake.
while i’ve been working around it, though, my waist has been working overtime. and this sucks ass because it’s not worth packing on the calories for something i don’t really even love. i mean, it’s not like it’s girl scout cookies or red velvet cake (mmm..with cream cheese icing) or a giant Carol’s Cookie.
and since my tummy tuck is, unfortunately, not happening any time soon (even though that’s what i asked for this birthday…maybe we’ll try Christmas), i need to take this waist management project into my own hands.
monday, tuesday, friday at the gym. including 20 minutes on the world’s most amazing ab crunch machine. wednesday is softball. (and thursday’s become the incidental day. kids at eye doctor. brazilian. food shopping. dentist)
now if only this miracle machine could miraculously give me Gwen Stefani’s abs…
if that worked, i’d even take up eating ice cream…
I’ve given up ice cream in favour of sherbet. So much yummier, and so low in fat. Wheeeee!
I, too, covet gwen’s abs. And I found myself eating ice cream i didn’t really want just two nights ago since we were out with the in-laws who are addicted to ice cream. That is so not helping with my quest for gwen-stefani abs. Not at all.