Frozen Yogurt Happy Hour



How do you define happy hour?


I am such a child, aren’t I?  I mean, most adults (is that what I am, an adult?) go for the hard stuff to unwind.

My version of the hard stuff is actually soft. And frozen. Covered in hot fudge.

I needed a happy hour last night. This week has been long and hard mentally and my body craved some extra TLC in the form of a big cup of cookies and cream frozen yogurt covered in hot fudge, crunchies and who knows what else.

Sometimes I get a bit burned out from writing. Actually, the burn out comes from constantly shifting gears and thoughts between the blog, the final course for my certification and another large writing venture we will talk about in the near future.

This weekend couldn’t come soon enough. Time for a break. And maybe some onion rings. I don’t think I have had one in a while.

But not a break from my long run, that’s for sure. I still look forward to that every Saturday morning.

The idea of running at least 10 miles may seem mentally challenging, physically exhausting and down right nutty for some, especially when you hear me say I am tired but there is just something about getting lost in all those miles that is relaxing.

Anyway, I enjoyed my happy hour dessert while walking around the mall in peace.

Of course I popped into Lulu – but I didn’t buy anything. My Black Friday order from the Gap arrived the other day.


I am quite the colorful palette, aren’t I? It is hard to tell from the picture but the pants are an interesting shade of plum and the top is black.

OK I feel bad cutting off my own head but that’s only because I look blurry – see:


I don’t even care who sees me mismatching. I paid next to nothing for decent quality workout apparel and most importantly, the pants stay up while I run.

The truth is, people judge you no matter what you wear. So let them judge away on this outfit, at least I have some extra money in my pocket to spend on giant cups of self-serve frozen yogurt. Or the Whole Foods Food bar, I have been fighting the urge to go there all week.

I am pretty sure that the people I pass on my running path have what to say about me regardless of my attire anyway.

I will openly admit I am probably the least friendly runner alive. And that is OK, as long as I admit it.

I made a stop at Trader Joe’s yesterday in order to give myself some freedom from errands over the weekend.


That little plan backfired since I forgot a few of the necessities. I always do that. Even with a list I forget something.

There are no Granny Smith apples in the picture because I have been loving Miss Pink Lady at the moment.

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And the little boy loves taking a Honey Crisp apple to school each day. I am telling you, we are well on our way to getting him his 5 a day.

Have a wonderful weekend and don’t forget to enter the #Kindawesome Giveaway ! The giveaway runs through Wednesday.



What are you doing this weekend? Any races?

How do you unwind when you are burned out?

How often do you forget what you intended to buy when grocery shopping? Do you carry a list?

Tell the truth- do you always match when you workout or do you throw together what ever is clean?


Author: The Cookie ChRUNicles

Hi! I'm Meredith. Join me while I run and cook my way through single motherhood. It is always an adventure trying to teach my 12 year old son the benefits of an active lifestyle combined with healthy eating while of course, still leaving room for dessert.

9 thoughts on “Frozen Yogurt Happy Hour”

  1. Pink lady apples are the best! I could join your little boy and eat 5 honeycrisp in a day too, though. Your pants are awesome. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.

    My happy hour is baking banana ice cream with my yonana machine. That makes me a kid too. I’ve accepted that.

  2. Now that’s definitely my kind of happy hour. I’d much rather have the soft and frozen than the hard stuff. Buuuuut more froyo places can’t cater to my allergies, so there goes that thought. AND it’s currently -31F here with wind chill, so that takes all the joy out of eating frozen treats. Brrr.

    And girl… I write a list and then forget it at home. I’m just all sorts of win.

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