So, I just posted about how I was going to buckle down and get in shape, right?
Not even 24 hours after that, I’m off the wagon. I’m at work and I’m thirsty. I head to the drink fountain without even thinking. Wild Cherry Pepsi. I take the first sip, think fleetingly that I should be drinking water, per my agreement with myself the previous night, and walk back to my desk with a shrug, Pepsi in hand.
This is my problem. My utter indifference. God help me.
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Think of it this way. Everytime you drink a bottle of soda; a poet dies.
…given the state of about 90 percent of ‘poets,’ thats hardly a suitable incentive.
The soda wagon is a harsh one. I’m in a similar boat, riding on the foul perscription given to me by my fixer, Dr. Pepper.
The main problem is convienance, not flavor. Get some unsweetened ice tea and put it in a thermos.
I’m rooting for you man. We’re in this together.