So I've done it again. I've sabotaged myself. Someone might as well yank my udders and milk me because I've just finished off yet another pint of Ben & Jerry's "Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough!" I don't understand it. I just wanted one bite, one nibble, one lick...and before you know it I'm deep throating the spoon, craving the tasty treats I love the best...those hidden chunks of cookie dough. I wanted it so badly. My internal dialouge was shouting to take it all! "More, more! Give it to me!" and in return my pint sized carton was persuading me with, "Eat me...you know you want it!"
I've never wanted a pint sized anything as much as I wanted this.
Then it happens. I orgasm on the pleasure of that cold sensation, savoring every ounce of cream on my over-zealous taste buds. I plateau and I begin to think. I begin to doubt my actions. "What did I just do?" It's too much to move. I just sit here and drfit in pleasant thoughts. A field of daisies. An ocean breeze. The smell of freshly mowed grass. The stress of everyday life escaping me.
That is...until I began to read the label. Simply evil.
Why didn't anyone tell me there were four (4) servings in one of these bitches? All of this time I assumed I was only consuming 270 calories. Uh...wrong! Multiply 270 by four servings honey and you have a whopping 1080 calories! If I keep this up, we might as well name my potential "love handles"...you guessed it, "Ben & Jerry."