4.09.2008

C is for "Cold Turkey"

I have a confession to make: I am struggling to get over a fairly serious coke habit. It's just that, well, I was tired and needed a lift and it was really easy to get it and I just felt so good, y'know? Like I could take on the world. At it's height, I was scoring like, three times a day and I knew I had a problem, but I just couldn't stop.

Wait, I forgot to capitalize. Here: I am trying to get over a Coke habit. There. That's better.

So yeah, no more Coke for me. So far, it's four days and I'm doing okay. I have this vague ghost of a headache just on the periphery of feeling, but that's to be expected, right?

I'd love to say that the decision was based on some deep-seated life change, that I realized that these chemicals and stimulants were damaging my fragile aura or some such New Age nonsense, but the sad fact is this: I'm getting a little chubby. I like to refer to it as "winter weight" but, well, it isn't. I just got lazy lately. So, no caffeine, no soda, walk to the train and back every day, no more popcorn after 9 pm. (Well, we'll see about that last one, because I love popcorn like nobody's business. Seriously, it's disturbing.)

Vanity is a heckuva motivator, innit?

So, I'm off the soda. I'm quitting cold turkey. (Which is a weird saying, isn't it? Seriously, where did that come from? Is it referring to the bird or the meal? Because I've had cold turkey like, you know, the day after Thanksgiving. It's pretty good. On a roll? Oh heck yeah. Do turkeys get cold? I figured their feathers would insulate them pretty well. I mean, they're sort of indigenous to the Northeast, aren't they? I mean, Pilgrims ate them, so they must have been close by. They didn't import them special for the holiday or anything, right? And it gets cold up there, in New England. I am so confused.)

So we'll see how this shakes out. Like I said, so far, so good. But I will say this: I want a Dr. Pepper something fierce. And as long as I'm confessing, I'll throw this out, too: If I can find somewhere that dispenses that glorious, heavenly elixir known as Mr. Pibb, well, I can't be held responsible for my actions.

I'm just sayin'.

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Today's post courtesy Caitlin.

5 comments:

b3n said...

So... It's a noble cause, but I'm just not into it. My problem is that by switching to diet and staying up for 18 hours a day, I haven't gained any of that weight back.

Oh, and I have to stay up for about 18 hours a day.

I will, however, have a break from school from May to June, so we'll see what pops up then. I seem to have a yearly "quick get in shape" time for 6 weeks in between semesters.

Best of luck BRR, now it's up to me to carry the torch.

jason quinones said...

so you've gotten lazy and chubby huh??

i'm gonna rile me up some 5 year olds! let's see how many you can take in a fight now fat boy!

CHARGE!!

Dylan said...

Curse you, Quinones! Attacking a defenseless chubby man!

barlows said...

I want to know if dropping the Coke has resulted in any pound-age loss? Have you noticed how hard it is to resist when you are within distance of your triggers? My Coke-stop plan has been the hardest after a Wal-Mart trip when EVERY decent person needs an extra pick-me-up. But really, since I'm all preg-o and gaining I want to know that I would have been even fatter if I hadn't stopped drinking Coke a month ago.

On a totally different note - Mrs. B is retiring and there's gonna be a shin-dig on May 17th. I know, you're probably booking your flight AS WE SPEAK, but let me know if you want more info.

Dylan said...

Sarah, when I go ton the scale this morning, I weighed ~5 pounds less than I did last week, so yeah, it seems to be working.

As far as my triggers area goes, it's totally work. Where I spend 8+ hours daily. Which has a stocked fridge full of Coke and Diet Coke (thankfully no Dr. Pepper or we'd all be in trouble). So it's been a bit of a struggle, but nothing horrible.

And I won't be in Vegas until the first weekend in June (and even then only for the weekend ... such is the life of a jetset traveler), but give Mrs. B and all those people my love and all that.

Tell me truthfully: how weird was that get-together you all had in December or whenever? Because just reading about it made me feel all funny inside.