Okay, can I just start by saying, “I WANT SOME BLOODY DIET COKE!”
OMFG. There I was smugly prancing about as if I could easily wean myself off the 1 – 1.5 litres of Vanilla Diet Coke that I have been consuming daily for a large number of years (before that Lemon Diet Coke and before that, just the basic Diet Coke), but I have come crashing down to earth.
Fortunately work is busy and I haven’t had time to focus on the constant headache and sleepiness I am feeling without my usual injection of VDC (as its known amongst us addicts!). After giving up the fizzy black goodness on Sunday I posted my intention on Facebook and got a barrage of emails from old work colleagues in response, as my addiction to the stuff is famous. Or infamous.
It started a long time ago. While at University in the late 1980s my parents used to visit me in the residential halls, bringing a red cross parcel. There would be diet coke, chocolates and homemade biscuits. I recall at one stage, a medical student on my floor deciding that the fizzy black goodness was (in fact) evil and set about rationing my supplies. I think we didn’t even last the day before I become obsessed with ‘my next fix’ and she handed over the carton of cans so I could refocus on my study rather than stalking about outside her dorm room.
I’m not sure that giving up VDC now, at a time when I am commencing (yet another) diet is the right move. But I figured that if I’m going to be cranky and feel deprived. I might as well feel really bloody cranky and really deprived.
I’m not saying I will give it up forever or that I won’t drink other diet drinks. (Indeed, last night I savoured a diet lemon, lime and bitters while lolling in the bath reading a trashy magazine.) And I may (on occasions) partake in a diet coke or two, but I figured I might as well try to give my litre plus habit a day the big heave-ho.
The time seems right. I feel motivated. Which is strange. Better to rip that bandaid off quickly rather than edge it off slowly I guess. So, as day two (of a healthier me) progresses I can feel quite righteous because – not only did I go to pilates before work (for the first time in 2 months); and am sticking to my calorie allowance; but I am also kicking my unhealthy addiction to the scary preservatives and chemicals that taste so good in the form of a fizzy black drink.
Sorry, this post is completely irrelevant to this blog and actually comes from another that I write. It was posted on Tuesday and I am much-improved since then (as I did think I may well kill someone!). It’s now day 5 and I am feeling much much better. Quite virtuous for a start (no booze or diet coke will do that for you!) In fact, I feel quite human, almost.