Yogurt Breakthrough

For those of you who know me at all, you know I hate yogurt. With a passion. Due to an unfortunate childhood incident involving a misunderstanding of lactose intolerance for bacterial imbalance in the digestive system, I was force fed giant bowls of yogurt daily. When it was discovered I was actually lactose intolerant, and in part the yogurt which was making me so sick, I vowed never to eat the stuff again. Even though I grew out my dairy allergy a few years later, I still associated the smell of yogurt with nausea. It didn't help matters when in tenth grade a weird girl in one of my classes started to routinely drink cups of Danimals smoothies like they were shots. She really threw them back. I suppose I would do the same if forced to drink a yogurt smoothie, so as to avoid any taste whatsoever, but I think she actually liked them.

Anyway, we've established that yogurt isn't my favorite food. I'm not a picky eater, I will try anything, and I like most foods that aren't internal organs of animals. However, yesterday, I went back on my word and ATE YOGURT. Having gotten out of my first information session early, I wasn't very hungry because I ate breakfast late. However, I didn't want to look like an anorexic American girl just ordering a water for lunch. My options were candy, yogurt, unknown pastries, and paninis roughly the size of my head. I wasn't exactly able to pronounce the name of the pastries, and I was going for nutritional value here, so I decided to order yogurt. Maybe because it was French, or because I was just in a trying-new-things mood, but I vaguely liked it! I was so proud of myself, I ate yogurt again today. And I didn't die. Moral of the story: Trying things won't kill you, even if you're absolutely positive you won't like them. Because you could be wrong.