I'm working on Day 3 without my sacred Diet Coke. It has been brutal. Yesterday afternoon I was literally jittery and someone thought that I was not in the best of moods. I didn't realize that I was actually an addict-I thought this drinking habit was just a guilty pleasure.
Guess not.
This morning even Todd was craving some of that luscious carbonated caffeinated beverage. He mentioned switching to beer.
I headed for the wine cabinet.
Kidding...but still. I don't know how I'm going to last another 37 days!!! Life is just not as glorious without my Big A Cokes, which I guess is the entire point of the sacrifice.
the story of growing up Scroggins
3 comments:
Hang in there - it will get better. Just a few more days and you might not even miss it anymore!
We're on day 3 with zero TV.
I don't really miss it.
I'm going to have to switch to something harder so it feels like a real sacrifice. Maybe I'll give up coffee as well.
I think one of my friends gave up facebook for Lent. Talk about your modern religion!
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