Just got home from a tough day at work, haven't eaten much all day and I put some water on for pasta. Boyfriend asks what I'm fixing for dinner. "Ice cream," I say, partly in jest, as I head for the freezer. "Don't do that," he says. "Don't eat a bunch of crap just because you're stressed." Now, I could see saying that halfway through the carton. I could see his saying something if I ate ice cream every night (and this is actually frozen yogurt, not ice cream). But given that I'm healthy, I ran 4 miles this morning and rarely eat ice cream, I say get out of my way and let me have my Häagen-Dazs. I hate when people comment on what I'm eating!