I Gotta Score Me Some Coke...
Last week, someone recommended that I consider reducing my caffeine intake. OK, well, it was my wife. Duh. My own personal health fairy.
But she does have a point. Between Coke and coffee, my sugar and caffeine intake is pretty substantial.
So I decided to stop drinking Coke. I considered cutting out coffee, but only in the same way I would consider cutting out my liver. Which is, very briefly. And I figure that my children have a lot going for them in life, so it wouldn't suit them to be dead. Which they would be in the mornings if I wasn't drinking coffee. Ummmm... that sweet, sweeeeet, hot coffeeeeeee.......
Where was I?
Oh, right. Coke. So I decided to stop drinking it.
I've done this in the past, but not with a great deal of long term success. I think that's because my health fairy would say things like, "You should be drinking water." And let's just say that water is a substitute for Coke in about the same way that a good firm handshake is a substitute for sex.
So, I tried a 'step-down' program to non-caffeinated beverages. I've dabbled in Sprite and Orange Crush. I've even done the Dew. And they've all helped. A bit.
But today, I'm having trouble.
I want Coke.
Not like, "Gee, it would be nice to have a drink of Coke."
More like, "GRAAARHGGHHHHH!!! HULK WANT COKE!!!!"
But I'm sure it will pass.
After all, I'm a *pillar* of self-control.