i scream, you scream.
Monday, June 2, 2008
hello, my name is alexa, and i am an ice creamaholic.
it's been a problem for me since around the age of 12 when i would sneakily ride my bike to the ice cream stand at the end of my street, order a double scoop of hershey's chocolate peanut butter and ride home without my mom ever knowing. she would think i was off getting exercise around the neighborhood. nope, i was sneaking ice cream!
all the signs of an addict right?
the wretched drug of creamy deliciousness just isn't safe around me. i even steal it from people i love! i can't tell you how many replacement half gallons of mint chocolate chip ice cream i had to buy for bird when we lived together - and i don't even like mint chocolate chip!
when i used to babysit i would rank the houses not buy the ease of the baby sitting job, but by the ice cream selection. the second those brats were in bed, my grubby mitts were in the freezer.
most people get buttered popcorn at a movie, i get ice cream. bon bons, dibs, whatever they're selling i'm buying.
i'm like a chubby amy winehouse looking for my next fix.
i'm even eating ice cream right now while i'm typing. it's in milkshake form and is attached to my head via an awesome ice cream drinking helmet - who cares if it was originally made for beer?!?! if there was beer flavored ice cream, i'd eat it!
i totally think i have a mutant ice cream eating gene that has been passed down to me by my mother. with this addiction all i can say is, "i learned it by watching you mom!"
my mom is an ice creamaholic too. she was always up for a bittner from taggarts. she probably feed my ice cream instead of baby formula. damn you stepho!
i often ask myself, why could i be addicted to something healthy? like broccoli or carrots, working out or volunteering with the elderly.
nope, god had to give me one hell of a battle to fight. the battle of putting the ice cream scoop down.
there have been highs and lows with this addiction. high's are when i choose to eat a skinny cow ice cream sandwich instead of a pint of ben and jerry's chubby hubby. low's are when i eat the whole pint of said chubby hubby.
if i keep eating all this chubby hubby my chubby ass isn't going to be finding a hubby.
i recently discovered cleveland's own mitchell's homemade ice cream. their turtle sundae?!? to die for. and considering summer and warm weather makes me want ice cream all the more i'm thinking this mitchell's turtle sundae discovery could be bad news for me.
freaders, please tell me i'm not alone. is there a support group out there?! is there a 12 step process to ween me off of the ice crack?
ahhhhhhhh! well i give up for now. my milk shake helmet is almost gone - time to refill.
so what's your favorite kind of ice cream?