This was quite possibly just as big of a mistake.
What ensued over the next 17 years (yes, it's been THAT long since I've been a freshman in college), was a full scale, all out, no holds barred addiction. And I mean addiction in the strongest sense of the word.
I could tell you how much Diet Coke I would drink on a regular day, but I don't want to scare you. Nor do I want you to think I'm some kind of freak. So I'll just tell you it was a lot. Like A LOT. Like think of a really large number in your head and then add a few extra cans.
This was my motto (yes, I drank it for breakfast):
And when life got rough, this was my motto (yes, I medicated myself with Diet Coke):
I'm kind of surprised I still have teeth, to tell you the truth. Have you ever seen this? I love being compared to meth users!
Now, this isn't the first time I have tried to give up Diet Coke. I've definitely made some (weak) attempts in the past. Like the one time I decided I was going to give it up for Lent. That lasted not even one day (I kid you not - by that evening I was cracking open a can). Or the time this past July when I decided I was going to "cut back" and by the third day of cutting back, I was already back up to 95% of my previous usage.
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54 days. That's how long it's been. I wouldn't say I'm out of the woods yet. Not by any stretch of the imagination. It was easy at first because I was at training camp and my roomies Steph and Kim didn't drink it so we didn't have it in our house. Plus I was training all day so there wasn't really time. Kim can tell you how I almost cried on the drive home because I wanted it so bad (when I'm traveling I LOVE it even more). And once I got home and back in the routine of life, I definitely have had some real longings for it. Oscar (bless his heart) agreed to my request to not have it in our house. But when we go out to eat, I WANT IT SO BAD I would give up an arm. Or a leg. Or a lung. Anything for a Diet Coke. I thought of Diet Coke the ENTIRE flight from Phoenix to Pittsburgh on my trip home from Cabo (darn flight attendants kept flashing it around) and when I'm at work (where I can get free fountain Diet Coke - THE best), I have to just avoid the cafeteria altogether (which is hard because my office is right next to it).
So yeah, it's hard. And not getting much easier. But I know it will. 54 days. Just focusing on day #55 right now. Diet Coke, you will not win.