I've fallen and I can't get up.

Thud.

Did you hear it?

The distinctive thud of me falling off the ‘sweets only once a month’ wagon? I’m not sure how you missed it. It’s become a daily occurrence.

Some say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Actually, I think it’s paved with ice cream. Mint Chip, Chocolate Peanut Butter, Cookie Dough, Strawberry and Old Fashioned Vanilla. Sometimes the road to hell is dotted with ice cream sandwiches and sundae cones (also known as drumsticks, you know, the ones with the hard chocolate shell sprinkled with peanuts). The road could be paved with custard, but custard is too rich. Ice Cream is better. Real ice cream. Not soft serve. Ice cream. Am I making my point clear?

Ice cream is my Achilles heel. (As if you hadn’t guessed) And it’s summer. Summer is for ice cream. I’m screaming for ice cream. It’s so tasty. Curses!

The ‘sweets only once a month’ wagon has been rolling back and forth over my body for a few weeks now. But due to the uptick of butterfat and heavy cream in my diet, no bones have been broken. There is padding. Ice cream filled padding.

Fudge.

Except I’m not thinking fudge. Well, unless it’s Mackinac Island Fudge. I digress.

I’m thinking the "F – dash – dash - dash" word because I’ve failed the challenge. I’ve fallen off the  wagon but landed safely in the dish of ice cream. An endless dish. Yum.

I could sit here and flat out lie that I’m giving up ice cream for the summer, but honestly, I have a better chance of winning the SuperCash. I can’t do it. I can’t. I’ve tried. Not possible. I do have the ability to give up ice cream and everything else sweet in the winter/cooler months, but summer screams for ice cream. It calls to me and I’m answering. My only hope of surviving the ice cream phenomena is cramming in a few more workouts to keep all the ice cream goodness from permanently taking up residence in my thighs. My only saving grace is Wisconsin has only 3 months of summer and 9 months of winter so my deep dive in the ice cream bowl is short-lived.

Summer and ice cream is a big glorified rationalization. I admit it. I’m an ice cream-aholic. But to be honest, I have no real inclination to be cured of my addiction. None. Nada. Pass me a spoon.

The 100 Day Challenge – A long overdue update

When I fall off the blog wagon, I really fall off. I’m getting back on.


On May 5th, the 100 day no sweets challenge officially ended. I took all three of my “passes”during my 100 days and indulged in chocolate stuff (a wonderful, yet sinful dessert that is likenend to an slightly undercooked brownie), a piece of my dad’s birthday cake (best cake on the planet for the best dad) and bananas foster (I saw god).

In 100 days, I lost 6 pounds. I felt great.

And then May 6th rolled around and I somehow felt the need to make up for lost dessert time. In the span of 3 weeks I not only fell off the no dessert wagon, the wagon rolled me over. A couple of times. Clearly I have an issue with falling off the wagon, regardless of topic. There were krispe creme donuts, ice cream, a butterfinger, ho-ho cake, more ice cream, brownies, still more ice cream, bananas foster and a crème brulee.

The sad reality is, I have no will power. None. Nada. If there are brownies at home I will eat them. Because I can. My spouse bought me three peanut squares and damn if I didn’t eat them all. In one day. I am here to tell day, you can eat three peanut squares in one day, but you will feel dreadfully sick. I’m just saying.

So I’m back on the no dessert wagon. I think it’s in my best interest to limit my dessert intake to once a month instead of once a day. That sick feeling is rarely worth it and frankly, I really don’t want that 6 lbs back.

Updates to follow.

The 100 Day No Sweet Treat Challenge

New year. New tortures. I am taking on the "ultimate challenge".  Effective January 26, 2011 I am going 100 days with no cakes, cookies, pies, candy, muffins, desserts of any kind, donuts, coffee cake and chocolate. It’s a challenge I’ve always wanted to try. Either I will be able to gut it out and lose a few pounds off my waistline or I will have committed a heinous crime and be serving 10-20. Time will tell.

 

Every challenge needs an exception. With the collaboration of my fellow girl friends (also participating in this torturous motivating experiment) we devised the following exceptions:

•  Chocolate Milk (as that’s the only way to choke down my fish oil supplements that are the size of horse pills)
• Breath Mints/Gum
• Granola bars with chocolate chips
• Jello
• Waffles/Pancakes

 

Also participants are allowed three (3) exceptions, you know for dinners out when the promise of lava cake or crème brulee is on the menu.

 

Mmmm lava cake.

 

I am guardedly optimistic the challenge will be good for me. Guardedly.