Unless you were in my head...

Unless you were in my head regularly, you probably wouldn't know that ice cream is my favorite food.

I rarely eat it.

I think the last time I had ice cream, I was out with friends. Who wanted to stop at an ice cream shop. And so I had one scoop.

Ice cream has become one of those treats I rarely allow myself.  There's very little in life I 'splurge' for, being on a tight budget in an expensive economy and all.  I shop with coupons at the grocery store--- obsessively, and I shop strategically at grocery stores, only spending the necessary minimum to earn 10 or 20 cents off of my gas bill when I go to fill up. I only buy what's on sale. My last purchase of clothing was during a 30 percent off everything sale with coupons good as cash in hand to help pay for the purchases.

My cosmetics are more expensive.  At least, more expensive than your drug store variety cosmetics. Less expensive, however, than many types of "high-end" cosmetics. 

And I like expensive ice cream.  I'll spend $10 on a quart of delicious, homemade ice cream from a treatery near my house before I'd spend $4 on a gallon from the grocery store.

That's not to say I won't eat the $4 stuff, if someone handed me a bowl of it at no cost. But if I'm buying, I'm prepared to pay out the nose for it. Or into my mouth. Or...surely there's a better turn of phrase for this here.  Lemme know.

That last ice cream I had?  I'm doing the math... it was nearly six weeks ago.  Yet every day, at lunch, after dinner... hell, sometimes I wonder if I could get away with it at breakfast (and I live alone. I totally, absolutely could. Who's gonna tell on me? And to who?).

I'm sitting here, thinking about ice cream now, as I type. How I very much would enjoy a creamy milkshake or a candy-filled scoop on a waffle cone. And I don't leave to obtain it.

I've made no attempt, other than locating in my mind all of the establishments nearby my office that serve up creamy deliciousness from the heavens, to obtain a treat to satisfy this constant thought process. Worse yet, there's an entire half-gallon of dutch chocolate ice cream in my freezer at home (not the most expensive stuff, but not cheap either). 

This leads me to the question: Why am I denying myself this treat?  I'm not quite my grandmothers, who believe ice cream is the third course of every meal. Perhaps my inclination for craving ice cream at *all* times is, in fact, genetic. Thanks Grandmas.

Perhaps it's unhealthy to deny myself this craving. Perhaps I'd stop craving ice cream if I just sated my desire for it.

Isn't that how desires work.  Someone tell me yes, please.

No, today won't be an ice cream day.  But perhaps there's something to look forward to tomorrow...