Day 3 of Diet Coke self-rehab

Well, today was day 3 of my self-imposed Diet Coke fast. It all started on Tuesday when I forgot to go get another "Big K" 24-pack after running wind sprints with Exceed. Then it became a challenge, to see if I could really rid my life of Diet Coke and its' unpronouncable chemical goodness after all these years. It was also an adventure -- Frank and I have collected many teas and coffees from around the world, although to be fair, some teas and coffees in our posession have origination dates prior to our marriage. I figure, if I drink tea every day for a year, I *might* run out of tea by then.

For the first two days, everything seemed to be going well -- I was a bit dehydrated from not drinking enough liquids, and lost some weight (or perhaps that was the wind sprints?). I haven't been as awake as usual, like the brain is in a bit of a fog all the time.

Today, though, has been bad. My appetite is finicky, and the tea does not help my headache today. I'm especially cranky for a Thursday as well. My writing is not good either.

Hopefully this will pass as well, and by next Monday I will have fully kicked my Diet Coke habit.

P.S. Apparently I am not alone in my Diet Coke addiction.