On January 1st, I decided to make up a fun and silly New Year's resolution, hoping to get something out of it. But at the same time, I was expecting to cave and not keep it. After all, it has happened in the past.

My New Year's resolution was to give up ice cream for an entire month.

In years past, I have tried to give up my favorite dessert. I was intrigued to actually finish one of my short-term goals and feel proud of it. But during those years, I was so close. I didn't make it to the finish line, mainly because ice cream is so good, or I totally forgot.

I couldn't resist.

This year, however, I wanted to change that streak. I was the typical young basic girl who decided to publicly announce a New Year's resolution on the Internet. It was so cliche, but I didn't do it just to get attention.

I truly wanted to do it because I wanted to better myself.

Just like how the main resolution is to go to the gym, eat better, and get in shape, my goal was to give up the thing I craved the most. While most resolutioners stopped going to the gym around mid-January, I continued to skip past the ice cream aisle in the grocery store.

After reaching the one-month mark, which was February 1st, I strangely wanted to keep going with my short-term goal and make it even longer. I wanted to challenge myself. How far could I go?

This wasn't a competition against other people to see how far I could last past the gym-goers and temporary healthy eaters. This was a competition against myself, my own ego.

Along down this inspiring journey, I've had people try to get me to slip through the cracks and eat my favorite Ben and Jerry's ice cream flavor. I ate ice cream for enjoyment and when I was stressed to the max.

This semester has been extremely stressful, yet I still haven't touched a pint. This was a good thing, but it took a lot of willpower and self-control.

Damn, that in itself makes me feel so good.

I wanted to let this resolution last until mid-February since Valentine's Day was all about dates and sweet stuff. But nope. I extended it AGAIN.

Conveniently, Valentine's Day happened to land on Ash Wednesday this year. So why not let this go until Easter? Another 40 days and 40 nights without the sacred stuff. Now, I'm throwing religion into it.

On April 1st, I will officially reunite with my favorite dessert. Let me tell you, I cannot wait. That will be three months.

BUT this is how I feel about giving it up.

I feel amazing, not only because I am lasting this long, but because my body feels better. Usually, after giving up junk food, your body tends to heal itself from its own withdrawal. The one thing I am afraid of is eating it and feeling like crap.

In some way or another, though, it's going to feel so good!

I am so proud of myself for keeping the longest resolution ever, and because it was one of my favorite foods! Who knows? Maybe I'll eat it once and give it up for another three months.

Who am I kidding? I've missed it too much. Ice cream is amazing.