I had a pop yesterday. I don’t feel guilty in the slightest. One pop in a week? Pretty darned good if you ask me. And today, I’m back on the water wagon and loving it. Truth be told, that one pop yesterday told me a whole lot.
Yesterday’s indulgence turned into a scientific experiment of sorts. You see, I was having a craving yesterday morning after running some errands; nothing major but it was there nonetheless. I also had an extreme head/eye ache in my right eye that would not go away with Tylenol, water, or resting my eyes. The caffeine withdrawal had kicked in. I chose to give in and the result was a refreshing, enjoyable glass of ice cold soda that quenched my thirst and tickled my throat as I drank. Ahhhhhhhh. And the headache in my eyesocket? Toast. I felt satisfied. I didn’t have a desire to eat copious amounts of junk along with it or drown myself in a dozen 2L bottles. It hit the spot. And I didn’t want any more. Hmmm. Remember what I said in my last post about a treat and thinking about it like we did as children? Bingo.
|The Hound says put down that Coke and pick me up instead.|