“Hello, my name is Ed, and I’m an addict.” That’s how I visualize introducing myself at Icecream-aholics Annonymous.
I truly am addicted to ice cream. There is nothing terribly bad for one to eat ice cream in moderation, but for some reason I cannot. For years I have consumed an average of two cartons a week, which in recent years amounts to 3 1/2 quarts (3.3 L). Ice cream makers used to package their product in half-gallon cartons, which meant that I used to go through a full gallon a week (3.8 L) – so at least my consumption has dropped a wee bit.
Thursday evening, October 7th, I finished off a carton and had no more in the freezer, and made a note to myself to replenish my supply on Friday. But for some reason I don’t recall, I didn’t get to the supermarket on Friday – so I survived the entire day without my ice cream fix.
On Saturday, though, I went to the supermarket. But when I got to the ice cream area of the frozen food section, I decided not to get any, figuring that since I had actually survived over 24 hours without ice cream – perhaps I could go further. Almost twenty-two years ago I successfully cured myself of a very unhealthy addiction – smoking – by cutting myself off cold-turkey. I have not touched a cigarette since. So I figured that if I had the will power to break a serious physical and psychological addiction, surely beating the ice cream addiction would be easy – and it would definitely be a good thing for both my arteries and my waistline. This being mid-day October 21st, I now have been ice cream free almost 14 complete days! Woot! Woot! 😀
However, I have to admit that I have had one serious setback which has placed me in danger of falling off the wagon. This past Tuesday, the 19th, I was in a Winn-Dixie supermarket and had to pass by the frozen food section. Lord knows, I tried to pass by with eyes directed straight ahead, but my brain suddenly lost total control over my physical body, and I opened the glass door and removed two cartons of Winn-Dixie Prestige Ice Cream (see photo) and put them in the grocery cart. I know – I’m weak. I hate myself! 😕
As of this moment I have resisted almost overwhelming urges for two days. Less than an hour ago I was even able to take the cartons out of the freezer to take the above photo and return them unopened.
In all seriousness, though, I’m a realist. I’m fairly certain that I am going to ultimately give in – probably soon. After all, I love ice cream. But at least I have proven to myself that I can survive a short period without it. Maybe I can now find a way to enjoy the stuff in moderation. 😉