ANYWHOO...here's the thing about the no sugar deal...it wouldn't last a minute if I didn't give myself a cheat day. So Sundays (and date nights if my hubby wants to take me to ice cream) I cheat. Sundays are both glorious and foul. As proof, I offer you this confession:
As I write this, I'm eating ice cream and fudge topping. Seperately. Out of each respective container. With the same spoon.
Don't tell Shem.