You know how sometimes, you can't think of anything but the one thing that is bad for you? It could be a guy, it could be something you can't afford, or it could be choosing to watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills over writing that paper due tomorrow. Or it could be... scooping a spoonful of chocolate frosting straight out of the container, no cake in sight. That's my guilty pleasure. Straight up chocolate frosting. On a spoon. I like to justify it by noting that the nutritional information states there's only like 140 calories in a tablespoon of this stuff. So, even though my scoop is on steroids, there can't be more than... 300 calories on it. And that's like... a snack... right? Sigh.
What's your guilty pleasure?