So I'm finally trying...again...to cut pop out of my diet entirely. I did have my usual skim mocha from May Day this morning, because it fills me up better than a plate of pancakes for some odd reason and because I don't want to go 100% cold turkey off all the chemical stimulants (it's as much or more about the sugar as it is the caffeine). But that was it. I haven't had any pop since 3:30 pm yesterday, when I finished the last of the lunchtime Coke I'd been nursing along. And I'm kinda feeling a leetle bit disconnected from reality at the moment.
This is probably a REALLY bad idea right now, because I have a lot on my plate at work at the moment, and I might have two trips to take next month which means I need to finish even more work before I go. And I have two stories I desperately need to finish, as well as some other personal committments. And I can already tell I'm going to go home, put So NoTorious in the DVD player and pass out.
Oh well. I'm already 24 hours into the not-drinking-pop thing. I need to just eat my organic yogurt and pretend it has corn syrup in it.