My husband and I have been married 43 years. We understand one another, we’re devoted to one another and we believe in one another. But….we simply cannot be trusted when it comes to our diet. There is a Sheridan’s Frozen Custard drive-in just a mile down the road and it’s one of our biggest sins: the Razzle Dazzle. Not only do they cost too much; they are soooooo good. Luscious vanilla frozen custard is generously topped with fresh raspberries and hot fudge. We’ve got to stop eating them! The conversation goes like this:

She:  We really have to get back on our diet.                                                                 

He:  Yes, you’re right.

She:  We’ll stop eating after dinner.  We’ll cut the carbohydrates and hit the treadmill every day.

He:  Yeah.

She:  We’ll only allow ourselves one Razzle Dazzle a month.

He:  Absolutely.

A few days go by and we do reasonably well. We pass up the cookie tray after church, we don’t bake any desserts and we don’t buy ice cream. We’re on the pathway to good health. And then one of us is literally overcome by the Sheridan’s Razzle Dazzle demons and the other caves instantaneously.

He:  I don’t think we ate last April’s Razzle Dazzle yet.

She: You’re right! Let’s go.

We grab our coats, hop in the car and are driving down to Sheridan’s before one of us comes to our senses. That usually happens exactly five minutes after we stop licking the spoon.

He:  We really have to get back on our diet.

She: Yeah.

At last count we have eaten the month’s allotments of Razzle Dazzles, both forward and backward, from June, 2009 to April, 2011. Intervention anyone? Anyone?