I’ve always said that I’m not so much a sweets person, but in my mid-life years that has become a total lie. I can pass up sweets during the day, but at dinnertime I just want to eat ice cream. I buy those generic little mini-‘Drumstick’-style cones at Wal*Mart and I eat one as I’m fixing dinner and one afterward. Hello, belly roll.
Last time we were at the store, I saw these little wedges of ice cream pie. Yes, please. I ate one after dinner as God intended – with a knife.
(Years and years ago we used to buy a frozen Sara Lee cheesecake at the outlet store and eat it on the way home with a pocketknife. Mmmmmmmmm…..frozen knife treats……)
I’m struggling with an issue, though. On Monday we had a training at work that was about our health. I confessed my ice cream addiction and was rewarded with a pedometer. Funny fact: in marching band we learned to do the ‘roll step’ – a smooth, heel-to-toe step so your torso remains very still. I adopted it as my regular walk, apparently. I counted my steps several times throughout the day and checked it against the little judge-y readout. It counts about 50 – 70% of my steps.
Brad says
Since I got my new phone, I have an app that tracks steps and flights of stairs and such. I’ve opened it a couple of times. Saturday is always funny to look at -- it’s a giant low spike in activity, as I sit in a movie theater or sit on my couch.
Deborah says
I just read something about how you’re supposed to get up and move for 2 minutes every hour. I’m sure all of us hardly sit down all day, so I think we’re fine with the steps.