It’s that time for ice cream ya’ll!
There are a few things that come to mind for me when I think of the summer time. Those things are:
- Ice Cream & Popsicles
All of those things bring me such joy and happiness. However, one of those things brings me much joy and happiness also brings me nausea and bloating. Of course I am speaking of ice cream. I don’t want to ruin your appetite or desire to try this recipe or ice cream in general so I won’t go into detail about those symptoms that I just mentioned.
I remember when I was younger I lived for the ice cream truck. Did you have an ice cream truck that came through your neighborhood? Oh, it was one of the best things in my life as a kid. There were three different ice cream treats that I were my favorite:
1. Ice Cream Sandwiches
2. Bomb Pop (red, white, and blue)
3. Strawberry Shortcake
If I was lucky and really saved my pennies, I would buy and eat all three as quickly as possible before my brothers would try to steal them. This always resorted in weekly brain freezes that I loved to hate. It was okay though, want to know why? Because they made me happy no matter how my day was going at the time. Ice cream was and has always been the icing on the cake of my life.
My goal by the time you finish reading this blog post is that you reminisce about your childhood and immediately crave something that made you happy. Whether it is a food, treat, or flying a kite. I want you to know that it is okay to sometimes be a kid. Having the ability to be child-like is a gift from God. I don’t mean to get all deep and philosophical but I will, just a bit. I think we live in a world where conditions on beauty, work, and everything else are systematic and keeps us in routine trenches where we hardly experience genuine laughter and, yes, playing.
I am really guilty of this sometimes. Sometimes I get so consumed with how many calories I consume in a day where if I do eat something unhealthy, I immediately feel eaters remorse and think how many hours I need to add to my workouts so I can burn what I ate. Sometimes I get so consumed with wanting my bank account to reach a certain number that I would deny myself of experiencing certain things and even giving to the community. I am not promoting obesity and being foolish with money, but geesh, we all have to live a little and understand that we have access to resources and things to have fun and put ourselves in a child-like position to experience happiness.
A couple of years ago, I have successfully lost 30 pounds and, I guess, within the past 2 1/2 I gained it all back. I kind of felt it because of how my clothes began to fit on my body and visually I can see that tire inflating around my gut again. Sure, when I saw that number on the scale I felt disappointed in myself and slightly ugly. But you know what only made that moment last for a split second….God. I thought to myself, if you did it before you can do it again. I also thought, that I am just as beautiful at a size 14 than I was at a size 8. Now I am back on the wagon and losing weight and getting in shape is always hard and uncomfortable, but one thing I won’t forget to do is to allow myself to be placed in a child-like posture and one thing that puts me in this position is ice cream. No need to eat an entire pint, but an ice cream cone here and there won’t kill me. In fact, it does the exact opposite.