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Well……..?

Did I eat ice cream or not?

Tummy roll please:

I did not! woohoo! Did I open my freezer to put bananas in and see my ice cream stare me in the face? Yes. Did I succumb and shove my whole face into that container? I did not! I didn't even have a spoon!

Someone on Fito suggested I make frozen banana "ice cream", which I've done several times and love, but hadn't even thought of this time. It didn't even occur to me that I could do a healthy substitute to an otherwise potentially unhealthy craving. I think I was blinded by a desire for caramel and magic shell (am I the only one with embarrassing food cravings?).

I ended up forgetting about my chopped up frozen bananas, because I found one of these guys in the freezer:

OK it didn't look quite so designer and proportionally massive in my freezer, whatever...
It's a Dreyer's mango fruit bar. That's right. Mango. Deeelish. The marketing on the website is kinda silly, because those are either pinky nail-sized mangos, or an arm-sized fruit bar. Anyway. They're awesome. Only 80 calories, under 20g of sugar, and 100% awesome. I got a box of 6 at Wal-Mart for a few bucks, and I have to say they were well worth it.

Yes yes yes, I know, I could just make my own at home, like these fabulous people here, here, and here. I know. I get it. I do believe (despite whatever I've already said on this thang) that homemade food is 100% better than stuff you buy, because you know exactly what's going into your food. But listen, when I'm roaming around the store and eyeing up my bros Ben & Jerry, then I have absolutely no qualms buying a healthier alternative.

Plus let's be honest, I'm just lazy sometimes. I wish I made everything I ate myself, but really…

OK that's not true, but who doesn't love a Sweet Brown meme in the morning?
Anywho. That's all for now.

OH, BY THE WAY…...

Thanks to everyone who's been popping in from Fitocracy, or random friends that are joining with me on this weight loss journey! I don't have lofty aspirations of this blog being "a thing", and I know I'll never be like the illustrious TheBloggess, but I just need something to keep me accountable as I'm in the process of bettering my body. So thank you, for giving this blog more views than I ever expected, and a million thanks from the bottom of my heart for all the encouragement and sweet words I've gotten. It means a veritable crap ton to me. =)

<3
A Redhead

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