Another benefit to cutting out soda: less cans and/or plastic bottles. Which also means less trips to the recycling bins.
I have to fess, I did have some diet Coke today. But it was a weird feeling. There was no craving. It was just a “what the hell” kind of decision. And when I drank it, I didn’t feel this rush or wild sensation for having drank it again. That, I believe, is a sign of progress.
When I say I’d like to not drink it anymore for life… I have to be honest and say I’m giving myself some allowances. In spite of knowing how unhealthy it is, my primary goal is to not have the dependence. It is similar to the mentality I now have with alcohol (although it was never an addiction): I can live without it and my body’s better for not having any, but there are times I still like to drink. To sum up: moderation.
I’m still mindful that even though I didn’t feel like I fell of the wagon, I won’t use that to rationalize drinking diet pop more. I’m not going to let it be a once a week occasion, because even then I feel that’s excessive. I’m just not going to beat myself up for it if it happens nor feel like I’m fallen back into an addictive pattern.
I’ve been doing alright with this challenge, although I did fall off the wagon again this weekend. Only once though. I was tempted to drink more, and heard the rationalization in my head, “You’ve already relapsed and drank some pop yesterday, why not again today?” Or, “You could just drink diet Pepsi on the weekends.” Good thing I was able to see those thoughts for what they were and abstain.
Towards the end of this week, I started noticing some changes in my body. Continue reading
Sometimes I take advantage of my time on the treadmill to reflect and reinforce healthy habits in my mind. Today was a great day for this. I play a constant loop of ocean waves on my iPod, which helps me zone out and tunes out the other noise at the gym.
Days 6 and 7 were a bust. Saturday, I went for it and drank a 20-oz. of my drug of choice, diet Pepsi. Yesterday, I was at a family gathering, saw the 2 liter and gave in before drinking it.
Why? It’s not that I needed a caffeine boost. This makes me think there is more to the addiction than we realize. Maybe the ingredients in soda/diet soda are worse than portrayed. I had some shame on Day 6, but not enough to pour it down the sink. And yesterday? I had no shame whatsoever.
Surprisingly, I’m not even beating myself up about it today. Today, I have done well (none at all!) and not even had a craving. I realize the mistake I made and how giving in to the craving really didn’t amount to anything. Drinking that crap didn’t even really give me a rush or make me feel any different than usual… which leads me to see that it really isn’t necessary and is pointless.
So here’s to more progress! I fell and I’m back up. No worries.
The replacement: tea.
I inadvertently stepped into this 30-day challenge. Last time, I was adding something into my life: meditation. This time, I’m eliminating something: diet soda.