I must admit…I’ve been excited.

I used to have a problem. A big problem. That came in a styrofoam cup. That I bought daily for months around 2:30, after our insane daily meeting at work. The problem has a name: frozen yogurt.

The yogurt comes from the little cafe in the hospital. The cafe has been closed for renovation for the past week and a half. Today was the grand reopening. I knew this all week. I had planned for the extra calories. So after the meeting, I followed all the other yogurt fans and jumped in the line.

It was exhilarating. I haven’t had anything really dessert-like in a while. I felt okay about this. Yes, it’s out of a machine but it uses real sugar! That’s gotta count for something!

I get my yogurt, take a bite, and am immediately disappointed.

I don’t know what the problem was. It just didn’t taste right. It tasted artificial, chemical-ly, just not good.

So I ate about five bites – just to make sure! – and then I threw it away.

What has happened to me? Maybe I’m finally growing up food-wise. Not just in words and thinking, but also in preferred taste.

Or maybe it’s like the Starbucks drink and I never took the time to notice that I never really liked it in the first place.