Last summer, I had ice cream, from a famous local stand, ONCE. Last night, at a special meal out with DH, I had it again.

That's how my body has to do moderation I have to be really, really, moderate. And yesterday was planned, it was the only meal I ate all day, and it landed on a base of meat, since this place has wonderful wings.

It was great! And I think if I had it all the time, it wouldn't be so great? By having it at such widely spaced intervals, without guilt -- or giant portions -- it really is more enjoyable than the routine indulgence I used to do.

At least, that is how it seems to me now.