I have officially given up my preferred caffeine delivery system for Lent and I am, therefore, officially in withdrawal.
Wednesday was day 1 and it wasn't bad at all, but my day was non-stop break-neck pace from 8am to 8:30pm, so I really didn't have time to notice my caffeinelessness. Until 9pm when I suddenly lost all oomph and began yawning incessantly. I had a bowl of cereal for dinner and crawled into bed to faceplant in the latest Runners World magazine. Aaaah....
Thursday, I was draggin'.
It was a good thing that I carefully planned to drink the last coke in the house on Tuesday because otherwise I might have failed right off the bat. Yesterday--as any addict would--I found myself seriously asking "why am I doing this? I like coke and it's not that bad for me, and most days I only have a little one, and then I drink water the rest of the day, and it settles my stomach.....". But I was good. I popped some ibuprofen and filled my travel mug with ice water and today has been much better already. I'm sluggish, but I have a fun day off from work to enjoy...at a slighter slower pace than usual.
A few observations for my own edification:
~It know Coke is bad for me! All those calories! All that sugar! Of course I should quit!
~I know that I always say I'm giving up Coke for Lent, which means that--on a technicality--I could drink Pepsi [bleck!] or coffee [uhg], or any number of flavored, foamy, delectable, dessert-like beverages [yum!] or otherwise deliver caffeine unto my blood stream if I reeeeeeeaaally feel I need to. But I will try not to cheat.
~I know that some people--on a liturgically-based technicality--give things up for Lent but allow themselves to indulge on Sundays (Lent is 40 days, plus Sundays). But I consider that cheating, too, so I don't do it. It only prolongs the addiction, and it means cheating in front of the support group that ought to be backing me up.
~And finally, I also know that on Easter Sunday I will start the day early with 20 ounces of coke-y wondrousness and that is what will get me through two long church services, a big breakfast, and an egg hunt, followed by a huge family dinner at our house. After that, I'll back off a bit and be better off for having abstained. Until around Christmas when I'll probably be calling myself a "coke-head" again and occasionally worrying that someone will overhear and get the wrong idea.
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