I can easily and happily put the rest of this down, no regrets.”. And this need–this clawing, intense, inescapable need–is dire as fuck. I ate a banana split in a minute and 26 seconds once. You swear you heard it calling to you, beckoning you to have a taste. Check. Each spoonful of sweet, creamy, cookies and creaminess tastes more delicious than the last. She is a 20something who loves eating, buying clothes she doesn't need, and wearing lipstick. You’re wrapped like a burrito in your favorite blanket, which is most likely covered in a mixture of alcohol stains and human stains. Gelato could be good, but then again, it might be too light for the heaviness you’re feeling (both in and around your gut, but also in your chest). ======= ======= ====== ====== ====== ===== ==== ====== ====== ===== ==== ======= ======= ====== ====== ====== ===== ==== ====== ====== ===== ====. You skip over the ice cream bars–they’re child’s play, and you need the real deal. “Maybe I’ll just casually roll over to the frozen treats. Just a small, baby spoonful of its delight. I regretted it last night when I went to sleep but then I ate it again for breakfast this morning! Because now, you have a piece to write from it. You’re so close. When you arrive home, you do the adult thing and place your special new friend in its right place: the freezer. You bought it. I love this ice cream! Because ice cream is so high in carbohydrates (roughly 15 grams in a half a cup, or one serving) an entire pint would have you bouncing off of the walls in no time. It had chocolate chunks and caramel mixed in too. You go in for the kill with a spoon. Back in the 90's I developed the habit of finishing every single day with a pint of Ben & Jerry's. It was a routine grocery store run, just like any other. I had an eating disorder most of my life also. In my lifetime I’ve been many sizes. Just to see…”. So many sizes in my 57 years of life. The mixture of dairy, sugars, and God knows what else that you’re convinced will be the only temporary cure for your mood today. You own it. You suffer from seasonal depression. An entire pint in the course of the day. That was a good night. Check. Hell, it’s been heard to happen on a Sunday. Well, at least that’s what you thought. So, you get a pint. I laughed at myself, instead of throwing guilt at myself. No. He concurred with that assessment for his own eating habits. WOOHOO! by Emma G May 13, 2014. Maybe you had a bad day. I did feel like a rebel eating the whole thing lol now I feel like a rebel with a cause. You really didn’t mean for it to happen. You smirk again. My mom dragged me to Overeaters Anonymous meetings. I’d love to go a full year without any guilt . WOOHOO. My friend told her that he's never done so. You’re sure you’ll invite it to hang out at some point tonight, but right now’s not the time. Check. In five days, she went through 25 pints of ice cream. Until an odd time, like 4:45 p.m., rolls around. Gelato could be good, but then again, it might be too light for the heaviness you’re feeling (both in and around your gut, but also in your chest). I spread it out over a full day. You don’t screw with rationing it out into a small bowl. And you’re sticking to it. Two tastes. A piece reflecting your journey from despair to temporary, indulgent happiness. It’s just you and this pint. He asked me and I said I'd never eaten a pint, and it was doubtful than I've ever eaten a half pint. The last bite swallowed, you decide to add insult to injury by desperately scraping up the remaining juices of liquid ‘scream that flow around the bottom of the container like tiny rivers of delicious sustenance. It felt liberating! Emma is a female with a vagina and, subsequently, often writes things other vaginas (and sometimes weiners) find super relatable. It is so good I was eating the whole pint. Yesterday I admit I ate an entire pint of this friggin amaaaazing ‘BROWN BUTTER BOURBON ICECREAM’. "A pint of ice cream could have up to about 1,000 calories and for some people that's more than half their daily intake," says Edwina Clark, RD, APD. How I Found Out I Had Borderline Personality Disorder, When Gaslighting Erases Memories And Changes Perceptions, The Simple Technique That Seems To Be Healing My Anger, If Healing After Abuse Was Easy, Everyone Would Do It, I Threw Away My Scale and Set Myself Free, The Narcissistically Disordered Cult Leader. She thought he was lying. Or even a Wednesday. Hey, I didn’t intend to eat the whole thing — only a few bites, which turned into a half a pint — but you know how it is when the ice cream begins to melt and then it starts tasting even BETTER? “I mean, I don’t feel full. I realize now that I never ONCE ate anything without guilt. So, You Just Ate An Entire Pint Of Ice Cream. Ice cream: the frozen delight that will most likely solve world peace one day. hehe. Yesterday I admit I ate an entire pint of this friggin amaaaazing ‘BROWN BUTTER BOURBON ICECREAM’. Lettuce? It is Technically a Source of Energy. You’ve accidentally gained a bunch of weight and show no signs of stopping. You got fired. Almost there. I recall I would binge all the time. So, you go for it. Plump, thin, chunky and in between. It might be the first time in my life that I didn’t throw myself under the bus for eating an ENTIRE Pint of ice cream. It’s your pint. Not just any pint–you get the kind of pint that involves the flavor you secretly have wet dreams about almost every single night. “That’s a lot of health,” you think to yourself, as you stand somewhere between the frozen fish and packaged lunch meats. A friend's date says she eats a pint of ice cream frequently. You do need carbs for energy, but you should be getting them … The intense shit. A bad week. It might have been the best ice cream I’ve ever tasted. Not all at once. You sit there for a moment, becoming frighteningly aware of your situation. “Parks and Recreation” reruns keep you company via Netflix in the background. “Am I really going to do this?” you ask yourself. SO I did. Suddenly, you’re halfway through so you pause briefly. Suddenly, you’re unstoppable. You’ve reached a low point in your finances and are scraping by like a college kid on noodles and Lean Cuisines. You need the real deal. You set the now empty container onto the nearest surface, sit back, and reflect on what you’ve done. And you don’t give a flying fuck about what mental, physical, or emotional consequences could arise now.