I'm proud of myself, aren't you?

In the spirit of Loralee's Diet Coke abstinence, I have to remark that I have almost completely dropped my Coke (-a-Cola) habit of many years. I haven't had one since I first got sick a few weeks ago. At that time I couldn't keep anything down, much less soda, so I didn't have a choice there. After that, it just seemed like I was on a roll and should keep it up. I'd think about having one, about that swoosh fizz sound when you first open a can, the burning carbonation of that first sip... anyway, I just didn't want to start up again. Being forced to quit for a while got me started and since I have no willpower anyway, it seemed like a good idea to use that as my starting point.

Okay, I did break down earlier this week. I'd had a really really really stressful day and suddenly Coke popped into my mind and I could not get it out. So I made an emergency stop at the gas station and got one. Swoosh. Fizz. Gulp.

And nothing. First sip was kind of nice, with the carbonation and all, but every subsequent sip was just too icky sweet. I can't believe I'm writing this, but I ended up putting the thing in my fridge (just in case I would want it later) and haven't really bothered it. Today I threw it out. I can't believe it, but I think I may have just lost my taste for Coke. Okay, I'm not going that far, but at least it won't be my breakfast and lunch anymore. Also, and this is another reason I'm happy to be rid of it, I feel less bloated. My pants are fitting a little bit better. And my 4pm headaches are all but gone. (Though, oddly enough, I did get a horrible one right after drinking those sips the other day.)

So, Loralee, if you're reading this, I'll do my best to stay on the wagon if you will.