I'm Being Stalked by diet Coke
The silver can calls to me. A bead of condensation breaks free and rolls down the side. Chhhshhhhhh. I watch my sister drink the ice cold soda and my throat feels parched. The glass of water sitting in front of me looks tasteless and dull. sigh. I love diet Coke. It's a part of my day. Everyday. I get a sense of comfort seeing the 12 pack in the fridge. I look forward to that first taste. A 44 ounce from the corner gas station is my favorite treat. Was. I broke up with diet Coke 4 days ago. I know, I know. I've done it before. I always go back. But, this time I mean it. Maybe. 21 days. That's my goal. They say (who are 'they' anyway?) that it takes 21 days to make or break a habit. 21 days just might break me. It's just soda, right? Problem is, it's everywhere . In the grocery store when I check out, my arm automatically reaches for the cooler door. Oops. Grit my teeth and pay without ...