i love you icecream but...

you're making me fat! it's hard to have to let you go; i don't want to but if i don't then how will i ever try yogurt or flan or pana cotta? we agreed from the start to be mutually exclusive and you've been great- it's me, all me. i have a wandering eye for something new and interesting, something less familiar. i feel selfish but this is what is best for me. sorry icecream, but it's time i let you go.