Is The Extra Scoop Worth It??

I walk into the kitchen, open the freezer and look at the two small containers of ice cream.  I’m far from being an ice cream addict, but every once in a while, the creamy goodness of chocolate ice cream calls out to me. 

I get out a bowl, spoon, and open the container of  -not the creamy chocolate-  but of Perry’s Panda Paws.  For those that don’t know what that is, it’s vanilla ice cream with a mix of fudge swirl and pieces of chocolate covered peanut butter.  Sounds delicious, right?  Of course it is!  Chocolate, peanut butter, and ice cream all rolled into one.  YUMM!

Anyway…

I place a couple scoops into my bowl and stop.  Do I want a third scoop?  Do I need that third scoop?  Let’s face it, it’s eight at night, I’ve been horribly neglecting my workouts  (Zumba and pilates), and I could lose a few pounds.  Few, as in the pounds I’ve been fighting to lose since having my munchkins.

I continue to look down for a minute or two before muttering “Screw it” to myself as I add that third scoop of yumminess into my bowl.

As I sit at our breakfast bar, I think of today’s events and try not to go insane with the million questions that are running through my head.  So much is going on and up in the air, I have no idea where to begin.  Where do we go from here?  What if he can’t drive anymore?  What if I can’t pick up a job quick enough?  What happens when we run out of money?  How far can I stretch our food supply?  What if there is an emergency and the kids need to see the doctor?

I look up from the bowl, that in all my stress (Yes, I stress eat — I’m working on that), I’ve already managed to polish off two-thirds of my late night snack.  I try to stop thinking and listen to what’s going on around me.  The rest of the family is sound asleep by now.  If I listen closely I can hear, not just my husbands, but my children’s soft snores coming  from down the hall.

I smile to myself.

I may not be able to control the stream of worries flowing through my thoughts, nor do I know what is going to happen from tomorrow on.  At this moment, there are a few things I do know though. My children are safe and well.  My husband is still here by my side.  We have a roof over our heads, and -not hate- but love in our home.  At this moment, I couldn’t ask for more.

I look down at my cleared bowl.  That last scoop?  Yeah, it was totally worth it.