This is what it looks like.
Count them. Three Sonic cups. Three. LARGES. In my defense, I think one of them was still on my desk from the day before. I think. But I know I got one on my way to work and one during Happy Hour. I don't even want to do the math on that.
I quit drinking Diet Coke two years ago – even before I was pregnant. I can't remember why exactly, but I remember that it sucked. It took weeks before I didn't get daily headaches and months before I was truly quenched by plain ole water. But I got there. And I stuck with it throughout my pregnancy and then the entire time I was nursing. But about a month ago I took a diving leap off the proverbial wagon and into a nice, convenient cup of DC. And I have not looked back.
Each cup is equal parts guilt and satisfaction. Neither is winning out at this point so I continue to have my daily dose and rationalize it to myself as something I "deserve". An intervention may be necessary.