I glanced down at my watch, 4:58.

Its almost here, I thought to myself.

Don't do it, its not worth it, the little voice in the back of my head said.

I pushed away that little voice, my eyes darting back and forth, taking in my surroundings. It seemed like everything and everyone was watching me, the trees, the squirrels, the ant scurrying past my feet, the sidewalk, the pole to my left, the old lady drinking tea across the street, all staring at me as if waiting for me to make a decision I didn't even know the answer to yet. The tune rang in the distance.

Finally.

You can't, that little voice said again.

I bounced back and forth on the balls of my feet, a smile tugging at my lips. I ran my tongue along my lips in anticipation.

Think of what its going to do to you, the sugar, fat, calories, that stupid voice said again.

I waved my hand up to stop the truck. Should I do this? I closed my eyes and remembered the taste, the sweet, sensational taste of that blue raspberry slush as it hits your tongue and explodes like a firework as you savor the taste. The feel of the cup against your warm fingers turning numb. The smell wafting up through your nose as you take a deep breath in. The sight of it being handed over to you by the ice cream man, you stretching your hand and grasping it, looking down to see the ice slushing around from the hand gesture.

But you've already done this, so many times before, always telling yourself, what can one slush do to you? You should be telling yourself what would the 20th do to me?, my inner voice said.

But this last one…

No. Change. For yourself. Give yourself that victory.

And with that I turned on my heel, left my old self behind me, and headed straight toward my new one.