My Love Language Is Iced Coffee

ME: I’m going to stop buying iced coffee and save money.

Drives by a Dunkin shop: Don’t do it, have self-control, keep going, step on the gas harder, go go go, you’re wasting your money, think of the calories, do you want a fatter stomach? That coffee isn’t even good. YES, IT IS!!! well, you’re only 2 minutes from home, don’t do it, don’t do it, maybe buy a small overpriced iced coffee even though I’ve done nothing productive whatsoever to deserve a treat, what do we think? NO!! No iced coffee!...”Hi! I’d like a medium iced caramel swirl…”

Happily sips a $6 iced coffee, knowing I only have $4 in my bank account.

Meanwhile, my body: Waaaater! Pleeeease! I need it!

Sorry body. My love language is iced coffee. Upset - ICED COFFEE Lonely - ICED COFFEE Guilty - ICED COFFEE Anxiety - ICED COFFEE Hopeful - ICED COFFEE Happy - ICED COFFEE Sad - ICED COFFEE Need Courage - ICED COFFEE

My toxic trait is thinking I need an iced coffee to perform any task throughout the day. I’ve written about my love of iced coffee before. I briefly kicked the habit, suffered through life, and then concocted my own recipe for a 200-calorie Chocolate Salted Caramel Brownie Iced Coffee that occasionally serves as my lunch or breakfast when I’m trying to be healthy and eat low-cal. I have one right now, sitting on the table, patiently waiting for me to stop typing and devour it.