Five years ago, I quit drinking my absolute favorite drink in the world.
Now, before I get bombarded with stories about how bad it is for my body, allow me to state I KNOW THIS.
I won’t lie. I adore the taste. The kick it gives me. The bubbly satisfaction.
But I am no longer twenty one and able to turn a deaf ear to the truth. I heed it now.
Somehow though, I fell back into my addiction before even realizing it. One sip lead to one can, which led to “why not have another” to drinking three bottles a day.
I have no middle ground with this drink. I am addicted and after allowing myself to drink some a few months ago, I fell off the wagon and found myself back on the sauce within a couple weeks.
It could be worse. It could be tequila.
But when I found myself craving the third one of the day, I knew I had to stop and stop quickly.
So, after just having my last diet coke, I want to officially declare I am back on the wagon.
PLEASE hold me to this.
And come along for the ride with me. I’ll be detailing my struggle of quitting over the next couple weeks. Can’t say I’ll write everyday, or maybe I will, but I have a feeling it’s not gonna be easy (if it’s anything like last time)…