Confessions Of A Chronic Ice Eater

I just enjoyed some delicious fresh shaved ice and I felt motivated enough to delve into my guilty pleasure of consuming the flavorless clear gold on a regular basis. Yes, I do have anemia, which results in me being a lot more tired than the average woman my age. And I should take my condition more seriously. But I feel like I am functioning quite well, and I promise you that I will manage it better. And I won’t put off my follow-up with my doctor much longer.

Maybe I am scared of getting better? It sounds weird, but I can’t imagine not having a craving for ice. It just brightens my day and it’s always there for me. Ha! In addition to having a full-sized fridge in my kitchen, I have a red mini fridge in my bedroom. So I am literal steps away from 24/7 instant access to the free, delicious treat.

You are probably wondering how I got my start with eating ice? Well I have always enjoyed it ever since I was a little girl. Whenever I attended a fair or event that sold shaved ice, I always asked for the delicacy without any of those disgusting, sugary syrup flavors that taste like over sweetened cough medicine. I like my frozen water pure; nature needs no additives. I also lived with my cousin who had her own ritual of indulging. I accompanied her on trips to the corner store and I would observe in curiosity. She would purchase a bag of ice then bring it home…