I like my diet pepsi.
Ok, I kind of love my diet pepsi. We’re involved. We’ve had an on-again, off-again love/hate relationship* for a solid 12 years now. It’s the longest relationship I’ve ever had- and the most dysfunctional.
It’s a vicious circle.
I resolve to quit drinking it- I have horrible doubts as the headaches begin- I start to feel better and get over the headaches and the cravings- I think “Oh, it’s just a glass with pizza on Saturday! No biggie!” and the next thing I know I’m setting a 2 liter next to the bed so I can have some when I get up in the morning.
So again (maybe foolishly?) I’m trying to quit the caffeine/morning soda** habit, but it’s not letting me go easy…it’s kind of jealous that way.
And judging by the half-full 2568420 ounce soda sitting next to my computer, I’m not doing so well myself.
I am ashamed.
But will probably finish off the bottle.
** A morning soda just sounds wrong, doesn’t it?