Fro, yo

My friend Dorothy and I recently started this workout called Pure Barre. Have you heard of it? I like to refer to it as hell on earth while I'm in one of the hour-long classes, but afterwards I feel like a million bucks. It basically unleashes a full-blown attack on your abs, thighs, arms and butt (aka the seat) and makes you shake so violently that you're convinced everyone around you is wondering what on earth is wrong with you.

But this post is not really about how I'm trying to achieve a six-pack that will probably never be. It's about why, and its name is froyo. Frozen yogurt is literally the next best thing to breathing — low-fat and non-fat yogurt in delicious flavors like cookies-and-cream and red velvet topped with strawberries and Reese's. BRB, going to get some now.

But really. This is the treat I sometimes like to get post-Pure Barre when I'm done cursing my body for being so out of shape. It's 7:45 p.m., I've just finished an intense workout, it's 145 degrees outside and all I can think about is that cold, delicious goodness. Now I just need to figure out if it's possible to make this stuff at home so I don't have to keep holding my breath at the cash register hoping my froyo weighs less than $4 worth. I mean, I'm trying to maintain a budget here.

#BrunchMe

One of my favorite things to do now that I live in the Dallas-Fort Worth area is go to brunch. Brunch has never been big in San Antonio, but in DFW, it's the hip thing to do on a Saturday or Sunday morning (whether you had a really fun time the night before or not). Two of the brunch spots I frequent are Del Frisco's Grille and Bread Winners because they each serve a variation of my fave combo, eggs Benedict and mimosas.

Uptown Dallas has some of the most fun places for people my age to brunch, shop and go out, so I'm really hoping that when it comes time for me to move out of my aunt and uncle's house, I can find an affordable apartment in that area.

Let's talk about cupcakes

Okay. If you've never experienced Sprinkles, then you are missing out. The cupcake craze is certainly sweeping the nation — the delicious Bird Bakery (owned by Elizabeth Chambers and Armie Hammer) opened in S.A. a few months before I left — but Sprinkles is the true cupcake original. Sure, they're $3.50 each, but I'm tellin' ya, you get what you pay for: a giant, flavorful cupcake worth every crumb and every bit of that rich, decadent cream cheese frosting.

But as if that weren't enough, now I can get a Sprinkles cupcake TWENTY-FOUR-SEVEN at the Cupcake ATM. The electronic menu shows the available flavors, you swipe your card and BAM, out pops a fresh cupcake ready to be inhaled. This video says it all.

I think it's safe to say I found my newest indulgence addiction.