I think it’s time to talk about something a little less consequential. I am fighting a soda addiction. I am undoubtedly and addict. Another issue is that I'm a puriest and like the real deal Coke. I'll drink whatever I get my hands on but if given a choice I prefer a cola. I’d replace meals with it if I could. I’d choose it over any dessert available. Seriously. Love the carbonated, sugary goodness.
I don’t know when it came about because I don’t recall being this attached to it in the past. I enjoyed it but I didn’t have it on the brain constantly. I’ve quit before only to innocently start back up again. This round has been a real fight. I think about it before I go to bed and as soon as I wake up. I make concessions with myself, arguing that I need it because of a bad day or stressful incident. I am consumed by the idea of my special treat.
People that say they don’t like soda get on my nerves. Especially now, it makes me violent. Another sign of addiction withdraws. It’s like those people that don’t like t.v. Whatever. Saying that is not helpful and I seriously doubt it. It’s been since Friday and I’m itching. I’ve gone longer without but these withdraws are intense.
I wish I was the type of person that that was grossed out by the endless information of sugar content and chemicals but I’m unfazed. As particular as I usually am about food it’s a weakness. Kinda like my secret love of fast food fish sandwiches. I know, I’m disgusting. I hope I stay on track because I know, or at least I think I know it’ll be better in the long haul.
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