Attack of the Hot Fudge Sundae

Throughout my life, I have engaged in a variety of different types of diets (vegetarian, low salt, low cholesterol, etc.) to try and help keep my weight in a range where I would feel comfortable. One of these particular diets involved abstaining from intaking refined sugar and any type of food that contained this substance. I had been on the no-sugar diet (as I referred to it) for about a month, and all was going well until I believe my inner sweet tooth decided to wreck havoc on my dreams.

One night, as I was sleeping, I dreamed that I was sitting at my home enjoying a lovely snack of peanut butter and apples when I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door, and there in front of me stood a twelve-foot tall hot fudge sundae. I was startled to see a dessert of such size when all of a sudden, it began to talk to me. It asked me why I was not eating ice cream and some of its other tasty relatives. I told this huge concoction of sweetness that I was on a diet and was not indulging in such delights. This response seemed to anger the gigantic delicacy, and it attempted to shove an enormous hot fudge laden spoon into my mouth. I told the monstrous dessert to go away, and it responded by crashing the spoon through the nearest window.

I then ran to the back of my house and took off running out the back door. The huge, angry chocolate sensation began chasing me down the street and yelling "Eat me, eat me" as it was shaking its fudge covered spoon at me. I ran and ran until finally, I couldn't see it anymore. I peeked around the corner, and just when I thought it was safe, I looked over my shoulder in time to see the hostile fudge delight pummel me over the head with its ice cream filled spoon.

I then awoke from my dream and decided that I might give my diet a break for a little while. I increased my exercise through walking around my neighborhood and was able to balance out the occasional sweet treat. Even today, I sometimes find myself looking over my shoulder to make sure that I am not being stalked by that delicious, spoon wielding giant.