What is my addiction? No, it's not alcohol. It's not cigarettes. It's not elicit drugs. It's soda.
There is nothing like a big glass of ice cold soda. Those little bubbles dancing in the glass. That straw that elevates it to another level. Ahhh, soda.
I was able to quit while pregnant (with Jack), but quickly fell back into it. Like I said, I had 12-packs stashed under the bed so Joe wouldn't drink them up too fast. I had 2 sodas stashed in my classroom in case of
I know. I know. You are thinking of all the horrible effects of drinking soda. Rotting teeth. Unnecessary sugar. Osteoporosis. Diabetes. Weight gain. But none of that mattered.... until now.
I mentioned previously that I weigh the most I ever have (excluding pregnancies). I didn't mind the number so much. I didn't mind the belly bulge so much. I just didn't like the listless, slothlike feeling. I noticed that my posture was horrible when I was standing. When I was sitting, I was slouched.
Now, I'm not a dramatic person and I wasn't about to start a diet. Heck, I wasn't even going to exercise. I wanted to see what would happen if I just quit soda.
I lost that sluggish feeling. I find myself sitting up straighter. My bulge is gone. And........... I lost 4 pounds!
But I already told you that I'm not one to fly off the handle. I didn't want to give up my addiction so fast. So, today at lunch, I thought I would treat myself to a soda. You know what? It tasted horrible! I never thought it would happen, but I don't want to drink soda anymore.