On Friday, June 20, 2008 at about 8:30pm….I broke my 42 days without having had a drop of diet pepsi. Why you ask? My husband couldn’t figure out why I was in such a crabby mood. After all, I’d had the day off. I’d cleaned out my little room in the house and reorganized all of my cookie cutters, supplies and other stuff, and with no 2-year old or 4-year old in the way. I spent the afternoon in front of the tv, watching my beloved White Sox. Watching them lose to the Cubs. I was mad! So Friday evening when hubby and his friend went out to run a quick errand I said, “pick me up a diet pepsi.” Silent pause. “Are you sure?” “Yes I’m sure, just pick me up a diet pepsi.”
He brought back the diet pepsi and they sat down at the table, eating some dinner. I put the diet pepsi on the table and marveled at it for awhile. Soon, the sweat glistened on the bottle. I popped it in the fridge for awhile. And then the moment came……Pop….fizzzzz……Sip. “ok.” Sip “ok, not bad.” And over the next 30 minutes, I drank the whole 20 ounce bottle. My usual drink would last 10 minutes, maximum.
And the Sox lost again on Saturday. So I had another. Stop, hit rewind, play again on Sunday. Oh the horror. But only 1 per day. Not first thing in the morning. Not intermittently throughout the entire day. Just 1.
I don’t even care so much anymore. I don’t know if this means I will stick to 1 a day, or if I will go back to having none at all. But I know that having one at the end of the day calmed my nerves. And there’s another cold one in the fridge at home right now. Sitting for me. Waiting patiently.
On to other news…the knee is still bothering me, but I still want to try and run tomorrow, it’s been OVER A WEEK! I miss running! I’ll be happy to get in just 2 miles.
He brought back the diet pepsi and they sat down at the table, eating some dinner. I put the diet pepsi on the table and marveled at it for awhile. Soon, the sweat glistened on the bottle. I popped it in the fridge for awhile. And then the moment came……Pop….fizzzzz……Sip. “ok.” Sip “ok, not bad.” And over the next 30 minutes, I drank the whole 20 ounce bottle. My usual drink would last 10 minutes, maximum.
And the Sox lost again on Saturday. So I had another. Stop, hit rewind, play again on Sunday. Oh the horror. But only 1 per day. Not first thing in the morning. Not intermittently throughout the entire day. Just 1.
I don’t even care so much anymore. I don’t know if this means I will stick to 1 a day, or if I will go back to having none at all. But I know that having one at the end of the day calmed my nerves. And there’s another cold one in the fridge at home right now. Sitting for me. Waiting patiently.
On to other news…the knee is still bothering me, but I still want to try and run tomorrow, it’s been OVER A WEEK! I miss running! I’ll be happy to get in just 2 miles.
1 comment:
Lindy, I'd like to introduce you to my friend, Beer. Beer, Lindy, Lindy, Beer.
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I hope your run tomorrow goes well. Being off the running wagon is no fun!
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