Stupid, stupid bet.

This past week has been marked by one large gap in my diet. Desserts. Anybody that knows me knows how much I love desserts, especially ice cream. Rachel even told me once that she wouldn't let me marry a guy until I looked at him the way I look at ice cream.  That should really tell me something about my eating habits.  Apparently some of my friends here at college picked up on that fact pretty quickly, too.  What else was I supposed to do except have ice cream with at least one meal a day when it's free and all you can eat? My particular downfall was the chocolate chip cookie dough. Mmm... But anyways, they picked up on this, and the one morning when I was drinking some chocolate milk, one of the boys asked me if I was hiding ice cream in the milk.  I said of course I wasn't, why would he think that? And his answer was that I just liked ice cream that much, and he didn't even think that I could last one day without it. Another part of me is super competitive and hates being told what I can't do, so of course I had to say that I could easily do that. Well somehow that single day without ice cream bet progressed to the rest of the summer term without ice cream to who out of three of us can go the longest without dessert. Dang. It really doesn't help that some of the restrictions also include candy, doughnuts and chocolate milk, which I tried to argue, but apparently it counts as melted ice cream. At least I still get to have whipped cream on my pancakes! For as much as I eat dessert, it really has been surprisingly easy to substitute my typical dessert in with fruit at the end of a meal or one of the dining hall's fruit smoothies, but occasionally it gets a little difficult. A couple examples include the bag of snack sized candy that my RA always has on hand, the ice cream that everybody else eats in front of me at meals, and even the cake after the church service that I went to this morning.  I could just take Mom's advice and eat whatever I want as long as it isn't right after a meal, but that really isn't the point of the bet, and I feel the need to prove my point.  So until Andres gives up (Hafeez is already out) it looks like I'll be putting off the dreaded freshman fifteen! Ofa atu!