I took a pretty decent PT test the other day. Naturally, I had plans to reward myself immediately with something super bad for me. My poision of choice was a root beer float. It was so delicious and creamy and fizzy. Absolute perfection; everything I could have dreamed of to reward myself for stellar physical activity.
The only problem is, that PT test was 4 days ago and I've rewarded myself every night with a root beer float since then. I have issues with indulging in moderation. I just came back from the chow hall after forcing friends to stay and sit with me while I consumed 2 scoops of vanilla ice cream drowned in A&W Root Beer. It took me a half an hour to eat it all. The first half of the cup was pure bliss, and the second half... I hated myself the whole time! But it wasn't enough hate for me to stop eating. Hey, I grew up in the Midwest, I know how to eat.
Now I'm laying on my bed. Letting all that creamy evil deliciousness settle. It gave me a serious tummy ache. It has since the first incident. I'm going to continue doing this to myself.
I'm just sick in the head.
Oh, my dear, we are sisters of the ice cream. Although I wouldn't choose root beer unless it was the only thing available. See, when I was on a class trip when I was ten, we stopped somewhere to get treats and I went for a root beer float. I stupidly gyrated the straw up and down and all around to mix things up and it pretty much exploded all over my shoes.
ReplyDeleteSo yeah. Floats and me don't mix. But I could totally do six scoops of ice cream.
Well done, Jackie. Well done.
Ahh, I remember those days - I used to keep my cigarettes on the finish line of the 2-mile run. But, I've since quit smoking - AND running.
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