This Saturday the first Cold Stone Creamery in my area is having its grand opening in the Mercer Mall, a shopping plaza where I do weekly errands. If that wasn’t bad enough, a second one is opening up very soon in nearby Kendall Park. Auugh! Two of them within a ten-mile radius. Must…resist…orgasmic…frozen…creamy…dairy…goodness.
I will, of course, be helpless before this sweet siren’s song; I just can’t make it a regular thing. I worked too hard to get my weight down to 185.
Ah, hedonism without consequence…if only…
I don’t know… Sometimes I think Cold Stone would be the one thing worth gaining the weight back for ;)
I suppose that’s one more reason for me to get back on track with increasing my muscle mass—that way my metabolism can better handle indulgences like Cold Stone.
If you eat the smallest size only once a week and do an extra hour of cardio, you’re probably just fine. Wait, I shouldn’t be an enabler, should I?
An enabler? Nah.
Once a week is probably a bit much. I may make it a monthly thing during the summer, though.
BTW, after standing in line for 25 minutes on Saturday, I got a Germanchökolätekäke in a waffle cone. Yum.