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Originally Posted by jonumberone
On Monday, despite breaking the 270 mark for the first time in God knows how many years, the ice cream truck caught my eye.
I broke down and bought a vanilla cone from him.
The real sad part is I tailed him in my car for about 3 miles before he stopped and I could get one.
After I licked my fingers clean I was racked with guilt.
What kind of maniac stalks an ice cream truck?
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Don't fret too much Dom, we all give in at times. While in Argentina the last few weeks, I had pizza, ice cream and these caramel filled cookies they make down there. It's hard to go cold turkey on everything, so little indulgences on occassion aren't a bad thing. They can actually help you keep on the right track. The key is to only have them rarely.