I am in love

with this:

It is delicious.

It is sweet, and yummy.

It is refreshing.

It is perfectly unique.

It is orange-y.

Thankfully, it is not bloody.

And the whole pint, yes, the whole pint has 240 calories.

That's like one scoop of ice cream.

It is my new favorite, absolutely.

I can't wait to try the other kinds of sorbet.

Like:

Banana-Mango.

Raspberry.

Lemon Zest.

Coconut.

Prickly Pear.

I'm dying thinking about it. YUM!

I broke a rule today. I drank a can of Diet Coke. I had given it up, it tasted so glorious. I have to continually tell myself that I no longer like it. Thanks mom for leaving like 10 cans in my fridge.

cry, cry, cry

I cry, a lot. It is my preferred way of venting emotion and frustration.

I'm not sad all the time, which some people assume. It just truly makes me feel better.

Anyway, I cried a smidge on Sunday after I heard my grandma died.

I cried a little bit on Monday morning, for like 1 minute.

I knew that my grieving process was not over, but I could not get myself to shed another.

I took yesterday and today off so I could get through it all.

Then, I'm running and I feel the tightness of an asthma attack, and I think: CRAZY! I took my allergy medicine; then I start bawling, on the treadmill. So I left.

Clearly, this is harder than my body had imagined. So, actually as opposed to cream of broccoli soup that Chris will soon be making, I'd rather have Red Velvet Cake frozen yogurt. Or my strawberry ice cream in the freezer.

I'm holding off; I've worked too hard running and exercising, etc.