
The final product? Delicious!
Since I'm on a 30-day sugar fast, owning an ice cream maker is the equivalent of doomsday. So far I've only had two small servings, but I strongly felt the effects of the sugar. Normally, I'm in a constant struggle with my sugar cravings, especially when I eat too much of it. Once I eat that first piece, it's all downhill from there. Candy must be hidden in nondescript paper bags or restricted to a top shelf in a kitchen cabinet where I can't reach it without a chair.

Additionally, my physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual needs should be met, but it's so difficult with two young kids. Their needs will always overshadow my own; at least until they are on their own. Is it a sin to want to take care of myself? Sometimes I feel that it is. I feel guilty when I nap with Balin and leave Arthur to play by himself. I know it won't last forever and that someday I will have more alone time than I can handle.
Until then, I suppose I'll always have the ice cream maker.
Blessed be.
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