I don't smoke or do drugs and I don't drink very often, but I wake up needing Diet Coke. I need to feel the burn in my throat. Oh, it burns so good.
I used to be addicted to coffee until I got old and had heartburn every morning after drinking it. Diet Coke doesn't betray my body like coffee did.
Because I realize I need to lay off the DC, I've tried to find other things to pep me up in the morning. I stumbled upon this stuff
(Like, really, I'm too old to learn how to rotate a picture, obviously.)
Anyway, I love both carrots and mango separately, but this is just not the same as the sickeningly-sweet-with-a-bitter-aftertaste therapy that I need.
Back in the day when I was a successful calorie counter, I chugged diet sodas like a champ and still lost weight every week. I know it can't be healthy, but when you're in your 20s and losing weight, things like artificial sweeteners don't bother you. At least they didn't bother me. I guess this is a sign of maturity, right? When we actually care about our overall health and not just weight.
We've done well about not eating out lately, except for my husband's birthday but that was a legit special occasion so I'm not stressing.
I'm getting excited about possible cooler weather soon (for Savannah, that means 89 instead of 90, am I right?). I'm ready to take long walks outside and to breathe in some fresh air. Oh, to be able to open the windows and feel a breeze in the house. Isn't that the best?
Oh! And I've made serious headway on paying down my debt. I dream of the day when I can spend a whole paycheck on something other than debt. Wouldn't that be amazing?