Is this some kind of joke?

Because frankly, Haagen Dazs, it isn't funny.

Here I am, strolling through the ice cream aisle (shut up) and I spot you. Calling out my name. Taunting me.

You were the right price.

And I thought to myself, "Self, this is the kind of serving that I can sit down and inhale enjoy without feeling too guilty."

Right?

Wrong.

For a scoop of chocolate ice creamy goodness that very easily fit in my palm, it cost me 260 calories and 17g of fat. It's official...Haagen Dazs, I'm breaking up with you.

Trust me. This will be MUCH harder on me than you.

Sigh.