I’m convinced that ice cream is evil.
I have been eating rabbit food, as proclaimed a few days ago. Tonight, the last bits of a pint of Godiva Vanilla Ice Cream with Chocolate Caramel Hearts were calling me.
The damned evil frosty confection. It’s breaking my stride!
NO, IT WON’T!
I will eat more salads. I promise. And I’ll stop fighting with myself out loud.
“I’m kicking my ass!” (quick, what movie is that from?)