My Pepsi addiction is just that—an addiction. Cool, icy, lime flavored Diet Pepsi . Even now as I write I wonder when, where, and how soon I will be able buy my next “fix.” Usually it is only once a day, a nice frosty cup of Pepsi from my local Top Stop, but every so often it is a little bit more. It’s my pick-me-up, my “you deserve a treat” treat. Sometimes though, it’s my lack of caffeine- induced migraine that propels me forward in my search. I can’t go for long without a sip of caffeine.
I must stop. I must. It’s not good for me. I know this. Criminy, Pepsi and Coke can be poured upon a car battery to remove the acid buildup. What then does it do to the insides of my body? Wait, wait, I don’t want to think about that. How can something that tastes so good be so bad?
I am training to run a race. I doubt I will be able to carry a jug of Pepsi with me as I run. I can try, but it won’t look right, will it? Run, run, run, sip Pepsi through a straw, run, run, run.
I must give it up. I must let go of my daily crutch. Who knows, maybe I will feel better for it. I try to tell myself that drinking juice or flavored water will be GREAT, but somehow I just don’t buy it. But it must be done.
So, today as an act of shifting in the direction of healthy living, I give up the drink. I wipe my hands clean of it. There, it is done. I will learn to love water. I will learn to love water. I will learn to love water.
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