Bedside Companion Frozen Yogurt

I can’t be the only one who has an obsession with sad movies, right? It may be masochistic to sit at home and cry in bed on the weekend, but it’s a good reminder that, yes, I do indeed have a soul and, yes, I do indeed probably need a therapist. It’s also an excuse to nosh on healthy-ish frozen yogurt, which has always been the perfect somber food. There’s something about its icy exterior that pairs well with me trying to prove that I don’t share the same trait. Top it with whatever you like (for me, it’s obviously peanut butter anything) and park your bowl right next to that jumbo box of tissues. It’s going to be a long night.