No Icecream for One Month

I did it! I went the entire month of December without eating ice cream. I didn’t intend to accomplish this goal so soon, but when Leah was born, it became apparent that dairy was giving her gas problems, so I decided to stop eating dairy and accomplish this goal at the same time. We take Lizzy to the Arctic Circle close by so she can play on the indoor toys, and I’ve had to decline courtesy cones from the really nice people that work there. About two weeks into not this, I was begging Michael for ice cream, but then immediately telling him that I couldn’t have any. By about the third week, I actually had stopped craving ice cream. It got a lot easier after that. On New Year’s Day, I had a bowl of ice cream, to celebrate my accomplishment, and was very disappointed at how just okay it was. I thought it was going to be heavenly, but it was really cold and kind of boring tasting. I was even eating Breyer’s, the good stuff, and it wasn’t nearly as good as I remember it being. After this, I’m pretty sure I was way addicted to ice cream. I think I can avoid eating it constantly now.