The older I get the worse it gets
Cramping and thinking... I'm in my late 30s. Early 30s when I would risk it all for some ice cream, I didn't suffer the consequences until the next day. Now, I'm lucky if I make it three to four hours. At this point, I'm thinking I only need to put myself through this on special occasions and not because it's a Tuesday night and I want to eat my stress. Ironically enough, I can eat other dairy products. I mean not in abundance but a bagel with cream cheese, a slice of pizza, even cheesecake won't do me in as bad. But with ice cream, it appears it is time we part ways. Much like with my ex Dr. Pepper, this toxic relationship has gone on long enough. We've had our fun. The extra 87 pounds I'm carrying speaks to how much fun we've had. All the more reason to let it go.