…JK’s birthday was a couple of weeks ago, so we had a little party at our house. In honor of said party (and of any patrons craving rum and cokes or simply something non-alcoholic yet nice and bubbly), we purchased a couple bottles of soda (aka Devil’s Juice (Devil’s Urine if you will)). Some of you might remember my hellish detox from Wild Cherry Diet Pepsi in January and think I should have learned my lesson, but alas – the day after the party, I drank a glass and ohmygod it was so good. Cold, bubbly, fantastic. And I couldn’t stop. I kept buying more and more until I was drinking it morning, noon and night again, and immediately I was back to having insane 5-day migraines, not falling asleep until 5am and generally losing the will to live.
Diet soda is my heroin. Seriously.
On Friday I decided to pour out the rest of my stash and quit cold turkey. Again. And it was just as hard this time around. If any of you EVER see me longingly gazing at a bottle of soda, please smack me upside the head.
The only hiking we did during my weeks on the juice was a short trip to Rattlesnake Ledge (falling asleep after 5am generally makes it hard to get up early to hike anywhere farther away than North Bend) – we’ve been there before but the views are good and it’s a good workout for lardy folks like me. Methinks I have to up my trips to the gym over the next few weeks to get ready for our 10-mile hike out of a canyon in Arizona.