Have you ever had that feeling of pure happiness when you arrive home after a hard day and there are sweet treats on top of the counter? I personally love that feeling, but my sweet treat isn't found on the counter. Mine is found in the fridge and usually comes in a log shape. Yes, I am talking about cookie dough. But not just any cookie dough, chocolate chip cookie dough, to be specific. Bribe me with a little of that goodness and you are sure to get whatever you want. Cookie dough melts my self-control and is effectively the bane of my existence. It is my frenemy. Whenever I see that cookie dough in the fridge, I eat until I am almost sick. Then I realize that I have to go on a run later, but I can't stop and I eat more. When I throw up on