It's no secret: I'm a big dessert person. I believe it's truly the point of any meal, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner or any snacks in between. Chocolate cake, cupcakes, fucking brownies, huuuuuge ice cream sundaes. Actually, it's the main point of being alive, really...
I love going out to eat with people (it's no secret, either), especially my family, because whenever the waiter comes around to ask if anyone wants dessert, they'll all look at me. So I smirk, roll my eyes and ask, "What do you have?"
I mean ideally, I'd love to just have the goods first before eating dinner, that way I know I'll have room for it. And if I don't have room left, not to worry -- I'll get something to go and eat it at home later.
It's also terrible to live a block away from an amazing ice cream parlor, but I do. And it's even more terrible how easy it is to just take a casual stroll and end up walking into that damn place and out with a 5-scoop, $7 sundae. Oh yes... it gets worse: I'll usually eat the whole thing in one sitting. My usual is cinco scoops of chocolate, peanut butter sauce, marshmallow sauce and fucking HOT FUDGE. Whipped cream and peanuts? Don't mind if I do.
I thank the heavens that I'm such a tall lady, otherwise, I'd weigh 300 pounds, easily. So my plan is to just keep eating whatever I want to until I can't fit into any of my pants (I've been the same size going on four years now), and then it will be time to panic. Let's face it: I have a huge investment in Gap jeans and khakis; it would be tragic to have to replace them all with the next size up. But I guess what it really comes down to is that I'd probably just end up buying the new jeans, because let's be honest, who wants to live in a world without ice cream?
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