About a week and a half ago, my husband bought a frappuccino for the family to share.  This is where it started.  Now, every time I go into our Target, I hear that blender and I salivate.  I’ve had three since that fateful day.

I didn’t need this.  I did not need to be reminded how luscious the whipped cream truly is.  I also didn’t need to be drinking caffeine again.   I basically don’t need to be spending too much money for a drink with too many calories that will cause me to have migraines.

Does this stop me from craving them?  Of course not.  I need to get off this bender.  My waistline and my head can’t afford it.  Maybe writing about it will get me off this kick.  You’d think that, since I will have physical blinding pain as a result, I would be able to stop easily.  Not so much.  The human mind is a terrible, willful thing.

It is so much easier to stay away from things in the first place.  I hadn’t had a frappuccino in years, and after one-fourth of a small,  suddenly I’m this frappuccino addict, driven to find any excuse to hit a Target and get my fix.  Time to detox, I’m afraid.  Must stay strong.  Too bad I have to go to Target for school supplies.  After that, though, total boycott for a couple weeks so I can reset the old brain.

And so I say again - curse you, Frappuccino!