I’d always have a taste of his– but never dared order a waffle cone myself. Call me ridiculous, but I had this stigma about it being “fattening,” “bad,” etc. Remember, it wasn’t too long ago when I used to label food and judge it.
Over the past year, and now into my pregnancy, I’ve definitely strayed from those black-or-white thoughts, replaced by a blurrier — but happier — world of gray.
And so after we took Rocco for a drive around town Friday night (he LOVES to go bye-bye in the car!), I decided to spring for my much-coveted waffle cone at our favorite local ice cream place (think a local version of Cold Stone Creamery, only better — and cheaper :)).
Unfortunately, when we got to the counter, thought they had one (shellacked) cone on display, they were out of the exact kind I’d been lusting after each time we’d gone before: a dipped white chocolate waffle cone with sprinkles.
Needless to say, I was totally bummed; I’d really psyched myself up for it! Still, I wasn’t going to get a different kind just to get it. Instead, I just got my ice cream in a cup and planned to try again next time — which I knew was going to be Saturday or Sunday.
Sure enough, Sunday night before hubby went to Chicago to get the in-laws, we took Rocco to the dog park and then hit up our place. Lo and behold, they had exactly what I wanted! I seriously almost danced on the counter!
Now I admit, I filled it with a kiddie-sized scoop of sugar-free vanilla ice cream — hey, I’m not perfect and figured the ice cream was just a vehicle for the cone, why not save some calories somewhere? — but not to worry; I had the server mix in white chocolate chips and caramel sauce. 😉 It was, in a word, amazing. I finished off nearly the whole thing, just giving Rocco a few bites (yes, he likes ice cream!)
And I felt wonderful. I didn’t wake and snack, didn’t nosh when we got home … no, I was SATISFIED.
Today, I had my last interview with Kate, the grad student who has been interviewing me for her thesis, and I shared this story with her — saying that what made it so special was how NORMAL I felt; just a girl out for ice cream with her husband and puppy. It felt sane. Human. NORMAL. And I loved it.
This is the way life should be lived; not avoiding situations where food is the main event — but rather embracing it, in moderation.
That’s the key: moderation. Would I eat a chocolate dipped waffle cone every day? Probably not … but once in a blue moon, why not? Life’s too short to live in deprivation mode.
I’m sad it took me five years to “get it” — but I’m not planning on turning back now. This isn’t about being pregnant; it’s about wanting to live, blend, and feel immersed in my own life instead of feeling like a bystander looking in.
So that’s my latest “victory,” if you will.
How about you? Do you have a recent food victory to share? Something you were afraid to try and have tried?