The Ice Cream Sandwich

On Sunday night after my leg wound was cleaned, I was required to travel to three different Walgreen's to fill my prescriptions. The last one was a 20 minute drive from my house.

I arrived there at 11pm, tired, frustrated and in pain. All I could think about on the long, lonely drive to the pharmacist was how much I wanted an Ice Cream Sandwich...that and how much it hurt to drive with my leg and how much it sucked that the late night guy at the Walgreen's pharmacy didn't seem to know fiddly. But mostly I wanted an Ice Cream Sandwich. And not just any Ice Cream Sandwich, I wanted the behemoth 500 Calorie monstrosity know as the Toll House Chocolate Chip Cookie Sandwich (pictured above.)

I am sad to say I gave in to my urges.

The ice cream sandwich in itself was not the bad thing. It was my reason for having the ice cream sandwich that was the bad thing. I am beginning to realize that one of my food triggers is stress (the other big one is boredom.)

I will have ice cream sandwiches in my life, but I should eat them sparingly and only at times when I can make a rational decision to enjoy the Ice Cream Sandwich because I want an ice cream sandwich. I will do my best to not grab an Ice Cream Sandwich out of emotional vulnerability at the end of a day of already elevated eating.

Here is another sign of my growth. Normally I would have hidden the Ice Cream Sandwich wrapper and tossed it in a gas station garbage the next day to conceal the evidence. On Sunday night the first thing I did was run home to my lovely wife and confess my dalliance. Then I confessed to my mom the next day and now I confess you.

Tony
8/8: 250.2 lbs.
Goal: 220 lbs.
30.2 lbs. to go