My mom got me a quart of a nice brand of my favorite ice cream flavor. Typically, I'm the only one who eats this flavor, so when I get it, I don't bother with bowls and just go at it with a spoon. It's been a little chilly for the last couple weeks, so aside from my first go at it, I'd been saving it for when it warmed up again. Today was warm and tomorrow will be hot, so I decided to have some for dessert, which is when my dad informed me that he'd had "a bit" of it in the intervening couple weeks. I figured that meant, like, a single bowl's worth and there would be plenty for tonight and tomorrow, and maybe another day after that if I held back.
He ate three quarters of it, one spoonful at a time. There was enough for tonight and no more.
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doing this amazing new thing called eating well EVERY DAY and drinking enough water EVERY DAY and trying to get a bit of a healthy walk in EVERY DAY and sleeping at least 7 hours EVERY DAY... and then looking at my Fitbit stats like a nerd to see what happens EVERY DAY... will let you know if anything interesting does happen