Big mistake, huge!

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.