This post is bought to you courtesy of NO Diet Coke what-so-ever. Which is a bit of surprise for someone like me who has a solid 2 x 500ml bottles a day habit.
As of Monday, I have had absolutely none of it at all. This was courtesy of a realisation on Saturday, as I sat in the office and sulked all on my own, that I had nothing but Diet Coke all day. And that recently, I could think of very little else that I'd drunk, apart from alcohol or the odd glass of squash. I've never been someone who's particularly against Diet Coke, or other fizzy drinks, but even I was a little disgusted to realise how much I'd been drinking.
Once I started thinking about it, I started to worry if I was actually addicted to the stuff ... you always here addicts say "well, I could give up if I wanted to, but I don't want to", and I wondered if that was me. Suddenly, it was a very easy decision to make to break my habit.
An even more persuasive argument reared it's head, when I realised that my 2-a-day habit sets me back about £10 a week, just for while I'm at work. That's over £500 a year! That's the same as my 6 DAY BREAK TO MAJORCA IN JUNE. ALL INCLUSIVE!!!! Ummm - that's a little ridiculous.
So, on Monday, I cut myself off. I'm back to drinking squash or water at my desk and at home, and so far, I haven't actually missed it at all. Which just goes to prove how you can do anything when you're in the right frame of mind, because the last time I tried, I missed it hideously and didn't last 2 days!
Other than that, work (and life) are a war-torn work-zone. I worked 8 hours on Sat, and this week has been pretty chaotic, pointing to me spending a vast chunk of my weekend in the office too. Still - I've made it to the gym, and my eating's pretty sound, so I'm hoping for a small loss tomorrow to get me back on track. Although I might need to be careful how many cocktails I have tonight in order for that to happen!
And in the background, planning and dreaming of exciting life-changing adventures continues.