This is the internal exchange that happens whenever my do-gooder conscience, which I refer to as Trainer Barb, makes me come to grips with my life and confronts my love of ice cream with a no-nonsense attitude.
*I wish I were making this up.
She may be a tough cookie, but Trainer Barb knows what she's talking about. I should have listened to her several years ago. And trust me when I say that I won't even think about getting ice cream, no matter how much it makes my taste buds tingle with desire.
Barb the (Blubber Butt) French Bean
