Yep. I gave up sodas. All sodas. What was I thinking?
I decided about a week ago that working out would do me no good if I was still obsessed with Dr. Pepper. And if you know me, you know it's an obsession. I dream of DP. I can almost taste it now.
Any ole who, I said my goodbyes, bid farewell to my friend, and began the journey to free myself of the evil caffeine and sugar addiction. Now, don't get all sentimental. It wasn't a New Year's resolution. It was a "Damn, this stuff if going to kill me" realization. Mostly, because one is never enough. It was gallons a day. I'm almost embarrassed to type that.
Some have joked with me that they can't believe the last drink I had was Coke and not DP. Surely, my love would have made me say a fond farewell to the great DP. Well, I wasn't thinking. It was the last one in the fridge, and well, this page isn't called Super Jen and Her Fabulous Powers of Sanity. Honestly, I wasn't thinking. But a few days in, and I realize that it wouldn't have mattered. I want one. Or two. Or seven. And there, my friends, is the problem that got us to this point. So, I haven't cheated. Not. A. Sip.
But don't make me out to be a superhero either. I literally could not walking down the soft drink aisle at Walmart. Hubs thought it was hilarious. I shouted...a little too loudly..."Would you take an alcoholic to a bar? Well, I'm not strong enough for the DP aisle!" Pretty sure, my kids were looking to lock me up in the crazy house after that.
For now, I am praying to the green tea gods to calm my craving. And making nice with sips of Ginger Ale for the bubbles. Baby steps, I guess, since that's still caffeine and sugar. But it's minimal in comparison. And the first steps are always the hardest.
Wish me luck.