You've Heard of "Falling Off The Wagon"

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.

Comments

[Mom]

Be careful or our African Recycle Nazi will be getting after you!

[Nancy Bunch]

Please. Your addiction has no calories, no sugar, and no narcotics. Keep on slurpin.In fact, make it a Route 44. Life's too short.

[laura]

African Recycle Nazi? I like the ring of that... :)

And while I also love me some DC, I appreciate it more from a paper cup... that I reuse a few times. C'mon.