Not to alcohol.
Not to smoking.
I have an addiction to frozen yogurt. (Okay fine, not that shameful I suppose.)
Preferably peanut butter flavored frozen yogurt with chocolate chips, and a couple delectable crumblings of waffle cone sprinkled on top. Not like I have it embossed in my brain or anything.
That’s just what I personally prefer.
And what I wish I could eat for every meal of every day.
Truly, I blame my friend. A few months ago we were studying for a big exam and she came up with an incentive: frozen yogurt to power our studying. I, being the naïve and innocent girl I was before my first frozen yogurt experience, blindly agreed. That day, I had a vanilla with strawberries. A little bland, but enough to get me hooked.
So I went back the next day, stupidly, and tried the peanut butter with chocolate chips. From that day on, I was in love. I couldn’t get enough. I still can’t. I go as often as possible, even though I know it can’t be good for you. I mean, they might advertise it as fat free, but come on people. Something THAT good can not possibly be fat-free and low calorie. No. Possible. Way.