weaning

I'm going off Diet Coke, people. Well, I'm going off the three or four minimum cans I drink per day. From now on, it will be a special treat, and I'm not purchasing twelve packs anymore. Oh, the money and the bone mass I'll save.

A true addict, I used to get an icky feeling in my stomach when I was down to the last twelve pack. Many times I've gone out late at night to get a couple more, just to make myself feel better. The house was usually stocked with two kinds--regular Diet Coke and caffeine-free Diet Coke--for nighttime. I'd also recently begun buying Diet Coke with Lime. Oh, the varieties.

Canned Diet Coke is so so so much better than bottled, but in a pinch I'd buy a 20-oz. bottle from the machines at school. While I was in Spain in 1997, I ordered Coca-Cola Light. The addiction goes back at least to 1995. I tried to quit for a spell while I was writing my dissertation, but what the hell was I thinking? Quit an addiction while writing a diss? How about starting up a couple new ones? Mini peanut butter cups will probably always remind me of the diss process--that and Borders cafes.

More water water water in my system. I took the money I would've spent on Diet Coke and bought new Brita filters cuz lord knows how long I'd had that one in the pitcher.

I'll keep you posted on my progress.