First of all, it totally serves us right. I’m sorry, but diet ice cream is the greatest oxymoron there ever was and ever will be.
It’s more shameful to gluttony than low fat cheese.
Come on, diet ice cream? We might as well tell the waiter we want our coney dogs sans chili.
But there it is. Diet Ice Cream. Selling like crazy to women like us who just want so badly to believe that vanilla and maple swirled together in cream is just healthy eating. (Pancakes anybody?)
It shouldn’t be a surprise that the decadence of peanut butter and chocolate packs a punch on our calorie count, but we certainly weren’t expecting such a blindsided swipe to come.
Did you even realize the FDA allows a 20% difference in the calories listed on a label and what actually gets consumed? Yeah, I didn’t either. But some of these “we promise you will get skinny eating three pints of these treats” hold almost fifty percent more calories.
Basically, you’re probably better off eating a smaller portion of the real thing.
Unless he makes you cry. Then of course, eat the whole pint. You can jog it off next week.