Thursday, May 1, 2008

My name is Cari. I am an addict.

This is day #3. No Coca-Cola for 3 days now. I've been scratching at the walls since about 10:30 this morning. I've called friends for moral support. I've called Alan three or four times today, questioning my crazy decision to give up Coke until our trip to Aruba (3 weeks away). Coke is my boost. My "pick-me-up." My "feel good." There's nothin' like the fizz of an icy-cold Coca-Cola!
Well. I caved. Let's just say I "encouraged" Alan to stop at the gas station on the way home. It's Thursday night! Come on! I can't watch Survivor and eat homemade pizza with water! Tomorrow, I'll be back on the wagon again.

(I only have 1, sometimes 2 cans a day)
(This isn't the first time that I've tried to give it up for a brief time)
(Someday I'll actually conquer this crazy quest)
(Jodie knew I wasn't gonna make it through the day)


Jodie said...

hey you make me sound so unsupportive. :) Survivor night should be allowed. To keep you from completely falling off the wagon! Ya know?

Anonymous said...

Oh come on!!! I've been off pop all year. If I can do it, i know you can. You never called me for moral support. Whats up with that!?