I haven't had a soft drink since Sunday. It hurts.

It started with us being too busy and too out of town and too tired to go to the grocery store when we should have. As I took the last Dr Pepper can out of the refrigerator, I knew I was headed for a moment of truth.

Thing is, I need to lose some weight. Sedentary job + easy snack access + low willpower = Fatty McGut.

Every can of Dr Pepper is 150 calories of stuff that's not good for me. I have been meaning to stop drinking sodas for a while now. This just gives me a good excuse.

Appropriating your laziness as a virtuous act of self-improvement is a cool thing.

So far, I feel like crap most of the time. But that's not substantially different than before. Before, it was from drinking three or four soft drinks a day. Now, it's just a general "I need something" feeling. And my head hurts.

Not that I'm interested in splaying out upon my "weblog" a revealing essay on my struggle to overcome addiction. Other people do that better than I ever could.

Although, if I decided to do so, I could probably update this site six times a day. Resulting in another addiction.

I'm sure I'll have another sody pop one day soon. Hopefully, just one.