I love frozen yogurt.
In fact, there was a month last year when I had frozen yogurt probably 15-20 times. A full-fledged crisis, if you will.
On days that I would walk to the gym (3-5 times per week), I would stop on the way home and get frozen yogurt from one of the many “off-the-wall” shops. And I didn’t like just the frozen yogurt. Nope – I loved the M&Ms and chocolate chips that I would mix in.
Everyone who worked at the shops knew my name. I, on the other hand, made it a point never to learn their names. Let’s just say that I wasn’t excited to be their favorite regular.
I Can Justify Anything!
The worst part is that although I enjoyed the 5 minutes of eating the fro-yo, I was stressed for the other 23 hours and 55 minutes about NOT going to the frozen yogurt shop.
In the morning, the first thing I’d think about was that today would be a better day, and I wouldn’t give in to my cravings. Before I’d go to the gym, I’d tell myself that there was no way I was going to be weak on my way home. And yet, every time, I’d end up savoring the cookies-and-cream flavored fro-yo.
And afterwards, I’d start stressing about why I’d given in. Many days, I’d even find ways to justify it to myself.