Day 1132 Fat Boy

 

Fat Boy Ice Cream Sandwiches — An Ironic Treat

Fat Boy ice cream sandwiches, now that's an interesting name for a dessert! I’ll admit, I bought them purely because of the name. I figured it might give me pause before reaching for a sweet treat, a cheeky reminder of the potential consequences of indulging in such a tasty delight.

I was home for the night, groceries delivered, and had ordered several novelty ice cream desserts at Tim’s request. I can’t help but wonder if the name "Fat Boy" will register in his brain the same way it did in mine, or if I'm alone in that ironic recognition.

I’m a sucker for sweets, candy, desserts, pretty much anything loaded with sugar. We all have our vices, and I’m a self-admitted addict. Sugar is my drug of choice- always has been. Growing up, my mother never kept sweets in the house unless it was a special occasion — bridge club, a holiday, something of that sort. That forced me to become a baker at a very young age, whipping up cookies and cakes from scratch just to get my fix.

Every Sunday after church, if we behaved, we’d stop at the penny candy store. Each of us four kids got a quarter to spend, clearly, I earned every bite.

With obesity on the rise in our country, and in our own homes, I often reflect on the importance of not using food as a reward. We're not dogs! Maybe next time I eat my daily orange, I’ll call that my treat.

Still, those gummy candies in the jar on the counter will be taunting me. Oh well. I suppose there are worse things to crave. For now, I’ll keep my sweets, but I’ll remind myself that Fat Boy treats are both delicious and a not-so-subtle glimpse into the future.

Balance is everything, and sometimes, awareness is the sweetest ingredient of all.

Here’s to enjoying the indulgence, with just a pinch of perspective.

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