Oh. My. God!
I'm a coke addict.
There I said it.
No, no. Not the drug. The drink.
Ok, so not as bad, but still...not fun.
The truth is, I'm a recovering coke addict. Well, trying to recover. I've been a soda drinker all my life. These days, I believe most people are. If you're not, I certainly commend you. Good for you. I wish I truly was!
I haven't had a drink this year. (I feel like I'm starting to sound like an alcoholic. Although, I must say I pretty much feel like one.) The day before New Years, I quit. Just cold turkey quit, because I didn't know a better way. I'm very happy to say that I haven't cheated a single time. Not a single sip of soda.
And you know what? I don't really feel any better for it.
That really stinks.
At first I lost a few pounds. I got excited. I knew the drinks were bad for me (and all that sugar??) and I was very happy to be cleansing myself and getting rid of a toxin I didn't really need. And after the first week of caffeine headaches (the pain!) were over, it wasn't that hard. For a couple weeks, I really wanted a coke. Just wanted one, but I didn't get one. Still proud of myself.
Yet ... as time goes on ... I stopped losing weight after like four pounds (are you friggin' kidding me??) and I don't really feel any different. I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting. Realistically I know it's not going to make me want to run around and exercise and eat salads, but c'mon. I gave up my ADDICTION; I want something good in return!
Nothing.
What a load of crap!
It really is like an addiction too. It frightens me a little bit to analyze it. I know that I don't need to drink them. They're bad. Slap on the wrist, rot your teeth bad. And that first sip if I try to take one is going to taste like utter crap! So sweet that my face will turn inside out. That second and third sip will be almost as bad. The first glass won't be anywhere near as good as I remember it being, but the second... (Seeing this alcohol/drug parallel here?)
I also know that once I've quit, it really needs to be for good. I don't need to pick them up again. Except I want one. Just want one. But if I take that first sip...goodbye kicked habit. It can't be done easily. I can't just have one a week or something. Things spiral out of control. It really is like recovering from drugs. (Isn't that sick??)
I guess I really didn't have a direction for this. No lesson learned or good advice. I can be proud that I've gone a month and a half soda-free, but I really don't know if it's a great hurdle. Because in the end, I still want a damn coke...
There I said it.
No, no. Not the drug. The drink.
Ok, so not as bad, but still...not fun.
The truth is, I'm a recovering coke addict. Well, trying to recover. I've been a soda drinker all my life. These days, I believe most people are. If you're not, I certainly commend you. Good for you. I wish I truly was!
I haven't had a drink this year. (I feel like I'm starting to sound like an alcoholic. Although, I must say I pretty much feel like one.) The day before New Years, I quit. Just cold turkey quit, because I didn't know a better way. I'm very happy to say that I haven't cheated a single time. Not a single sip of soda.
And you know what? I don't really feel any better for it.
That really stinks.At first I lost a few pounds. I got excited. I knew the drinks were bad for me (and all that sugar??) and I was very happy to be cleansing myself and getting rid of a toxin I didn't really need. And after the first week of caffeine headaches (the pain!) were over, it wasn't that hard. For a couple weeks, I really wanted a coke. Just wanted one, but I didn't get one. Still proud of myself.
Yet ... as time goes on ... I stopped losing weight after like four pounds (are you friggin' kidding me??) and I don't really feel any different. I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting. Realistically I know it's not going to make me want to run around and exercise and eat salads, but c'mon. I gave up my ADDICTION; I want something good in return!
Nothing.
What a load of crap!
It really is like an addiction too. It frightens me a little bit to analyze it. I know that I don't need to drink them. They're bad. Slap on the wrist, rot your teeth bad. And that first sip if I try to take one is going to taste like utter crap! So sweet that my face will turn inside out. That second and third sip will be almost as bad. The first glass won't be anywhere near as good as I remember it being, but the second... (Seeing this alcohol/drug parallel here?)
I also know that once I've quit, it really needs to be for good. I don't need to pick them up again. Except I want one. Just want one. But if I take that first sip...goodbye kicked habit. It can't be done easily. I can't just have one a week or something. Things spiral out of control. It really is like recovering from drugs. (Isn't that sick??)
I guess I really didn't have a direction for this. No lesson learned or good advice. I can be proud that I've gone a month and a half soda-free, but I really don't know if it's a great hurdle. Because in the end, I still want a damn coke...
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