Ice Cream Therapy

How is it possible that little crystals of milk, sugar, and in most cases (in my life anyway), chocolate contain the key to happiness. We eat it at birthday celebrations, we have socials dedicated solely to its consumption, and we even have trucks that play funny jingles devoted to selling the frozen stuff. So, what is it about ice cream that makes it so appealing?

I think ice cream has healing powers. No, really, hear me out! Nearly every single bad day, break up, or fight I’ve ever had has ended with ice cream. After eating a spoon full of my favorite flavor, the world seems a little better and my problems a little smaller. Maybe it’s all mental, but it works for me. I know somewhere in the back of my mind that ice cream isn’t the end-all-be-all to my problems; but it’s all about the little pleasures in life, right? I know many of my friends’ favorite ice cream flavors so that if anything happens I can zip on over and help out with a pint and a spoon. For me, it’s just essencial knowledge.

Ice cream is something I rarely actually have in my house. Probably because I’d be too tempted to eat the whole gallon in one sitting* which is clearly a temptation I am trying to avoid. So, why then, did I go out and buy a pint of this tonight?

Well, multiple reasons. One: it is delicious, Two: chocolate and peanut butter is the most heavenly combination in the known world, and Three: I needed a little ice cream therapy.

While I try to remain generally optimistic and upbeat in the blog world, there are just times when I’m not feeling it. This has been one of those weeks. I’ve been in a funk: I haven’t run once and I’ve eaten pretty terribly everyday. Those are two of the most telling signs that I’m stressed, frustrated, and/or upset. You won’t see any progress on my marathon training, nor any new recipes this week. Sorry, folks, maybe next week. I’m not a good enough liar to trick anyone into thinking my week has been stellar, so I’m not even going to try. This blog is supposed to be honest anyway, right?

Being a 20-something, single, career-oriented woman trying to find her place in this world isn’t always easy. I over-analyze, under-think, and sometimes just fall flat on my face.  In fact, the process of self-discovery can be downright rocky (and I’m not talking about rocky road); the world can be a really unfair place. It’s hard not to get jaded, damn near impossible to always stay positive, and I often feel that I’m running round and round in circles but never making any progress.

It feels like the world is about to crash down on me, but at the moment I’m just going to bask in the small wonder that is chocolate peanut butter ice cream and have faith that everything will somehow work out for the better.

What’s your go-to ice cream flavor?

*For the record, I totally ate a whole gallon of ice cream. Once. On a dare. It did not end well. But at least I can say I did it!