I'm going to keep whining about not drinking pop here, because it helps distract me. I'm having a little mocha this morning so that I don't completely collapse, but...GOD, I wish it was a Mountain Dew. And even with the mocha, cutting out pop means I've cut 2/3 of the caffeine and at least that much of the sugar out of my diet.
The worst thing is that my brain isn't really hurting, but I can tell it's not functioning properly. I made a big batch of chili last night, and it wasn't the greatest--I put in too much chili powder and used the wrong kind of cinnamon. (Yes, I am a Penzeys
addict, and they recognize me in the Uptown store.) But I made it, I ate a bowl of it for dinner, and then...left the pot sitting on the stove. And totally forgot about it till about 15 minutes ago, while sitting at my desk at work. So when I get home tonight, I get to throw out a whole batch of tasty chili. Argh.
My brother and I both kind of turned into pop addicts as adults; our mom rarely bought it when we were kids because the family budget was so tight, and once we could actually afford it, we started guzzling it. Sadly, it tastes good to me. But around 11 pm last, underneath the cravings, I hit a point where I realized...my body felt kind of good. So I'm trying to remember that.