Wednesday, January 23, 2013
When I say I'm a coke addict, I hope no one thinks I'm a cocaine addict. It means that I love Coca Cola. I don't know why, because I never did until about a year ago, but I am and it's a battle I have been losing for a long time. I also struggle to get my eight glasses of water per diem. But I have a plan.
It was so simple that I don't know why I didn't think of it before. I get what I want, Coke, but I also get what I need. I'm going to implement tomorrow my Coke regulation program. And I am not going to discuss Diet Coke because...yuck.
The plan is to alternate. I have a big 32 oz. water bottle. After I drink it, I get a can of Coke.
Seems really simple, right?
Look, I'm weak. I try to give it up, but I always end up failing and then I feel worse and want to give up and it becomes this vicious cycle with me going to buy a 2 liter of soda at five in the morning wearing slippers and uncombed hair. I'm just thankful I haven't started selling myself for a twelve pack.