Learning The Hard Way

I try to do most things right.  I drink a lot of water, I am very active, I sleep on a regular schedule, and I eat a decently healthy diet.  So I have always kind of shrugged it off that I had my little vices, like my addiction to Diet Pepsi, because I am already doing so many things right that what is one little thing?

I have always had an addictive personality. I have trouble moderating things.  I can’t just allow myself one Diet Pepsi a week.  Then it becomes every day, then twice a day, and the next thing you know I am swimming in a chemical cesspool.

I remember back in high school, I would walk to school sometimes with a coffee in one hand and a Pepsi in the other.  I went off of liking coffee at some point in my late teens or early twenties and have never enjoyed it since then, but the Pepsi fascination stuck.  I eventually switched to Diet, which I loved even more than regular, and that continued on until I was about twenty-two or twenty-three.

I have always had some level of gastrointestinal distress.  I am lactose intolerant and have several other digestive issues that cause me discomfort and finally, I realized soda was making it worse.  I felt like I was burning a hole through myself (think of Helen in Death Becomes Her).  So I quit cold turkey and stayed away from all sodas and carbonated drinks for years, nearly a decade.

My weakness for diet fountain soda caught up with me just as I was starting to lose weight and I decided that I was working so hard losing weight that I sort of owed myself a treat.  What a disaster.  What started off very reasonably soon was out of control (as I knew would happen).  I have been me long enough to know.

I get very cranky when people start lecturing me about what I shouldn’t do health-wise, especially when they are not exactly following all of the rules either.  I shouldn’t drink diet soda, but you shouldn’t spend 6 hours an evening sitting on the couch, either.  So the more snarky condemnation I got about drinking diet soda, the more defiant I got.  My mom would probably say this is typical behavior from me. 

Sometimes I learn the hard way, and this was one of those times.  I started feeling bloated more and more, and again had that feeling of a hole burning through me at times.  So on October 20th, I drank my last diet soda.  I fully expected a period of withdrawal headaches and cravings, but so far the only thing I have noticed is that I feel better. 

So, farewell to my little canned friends and the delightful sound they make when they crack open.  I will miss you, but you are bad for me.

I will never give up chocolate though.  Never.

Comments

  1. Awesome use of a Death Becomes Her reference!!! Also, good job on giving up your POP vice :-)

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