I can’t believe I finished a whole tub of a vanilla icecream today

I do sometimes. My father had them bad, hypoglycemia would send him running for carbohydrate in the form of crackers crushed into milk. Not that he had any idea what was wrong, he'd say "I got the shakes" in a desperate tone and crush those crackers into one of many small containers we had that previously held ice cream. He'd pour milk on them and gobble them down in desperation to stop his "shakes".