Ice cream cravings

by Jillian @ http://blueshelled.com . June 25, 2009 . 2:34PM

You are going to throw me out of the club.

You really are.

I’m sorry. I just can’t fake it. I can pretend many things, but I can’t pretend that I love this when I don’t. So, I’m just going to fess up.

I don’t love ice cream.

I barely like ice cream.

In fact, the only ice cream I truly love is my McDonald’s Reduced Fat Vanilla Ice Cream Cone.

On these hot summer days, when the temperatures soar to the 90s for days, and weeks and months on end, I don’t crave ice cream. I crave Strawberry soda pop. Why, yes, I do “Wanta Fanta.” I don’t understand the movies or the tv shows where women get together and eat ice cream when they are upset. I don’t understand why I was supposed to crave it when I was pregnant. I don’t understand why it is considered the summertime treat.

My understanding of my “disorder” is that it now revokes my membership in the “girl club.” Go ahead. Take it. I’ll start my own.

Who wants a strawberry soda? I’ll share when your boyfriend breaks up with you.