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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Seriously, it's been twenty days since I gave up the liquid crack, and I am literally dreaming about Diet Coke.
Yesterday at swim practice one of the other moms was drinking a Diet Coke with lime, and I was salivating, and coveting, and contemplating asking for just one little sip. If I wasn't such an anti-drink sharing germaphobe, I would have paid cold, hard cash for a swallow.
For twenty days I have had a headache (which could be from the worst allergies I have ever had, and I am on several prescribed allergy medications) that I am almost positive is my lack of Diet Coke goodness.
It's 7:30am and I just finished two Coffeegal size cups of coffee (so like, half a pot worth), and I am still having a headache.
I don't know if I have ever mentioned Kellie's Cure-All for Everything on this blog.
I think I may have mentioned it once or twice, but I have cured everything, from migraine to hang nails, with this remedy: 800 mg of Ibuprofen and a Diet Coke.
I'm not saying it works for everybody, but it sure worked for me.
Also, I have gained 4 pounds since May 1st. And there is nothing I would like more than to blame it on the lack of my mid-afternoon Diet Coke snack. Now, instead of drinking my snack, I am forced to eat things like ice cream and graham crackers with peanut butter. Withdrawal. It causes munchies.
My brain isn't working. For instance, I thought the last day of school was Friday. It's not. The last day of school is tomorrow. I guess I would've figured it out when I walked to an empty building.
Also when I went to make sandwiches this morning for the kids lunches. I kept forgetting stuff. I would go to the fridge to get bread, turkey and apples. Only I would get the bread and forget the rest. Then I would go to the cupboard to get sandwich bags. Only I would grab one, instead of two. Then I remembered that I hadn't yet brushed my teeth, so I went to the bedroom, where the bed had yet to be made. Which reminded me that the laundry needed to be switched from the washer to the dryer. Which led me to wandering around from place to place never getting anything accomplished.
So you see, lack of Diet Coke is causing me to be unorganized! Unhinged! I can't even make a turkey sandwich anymore!
Have I mentioned my head is pounding?
Oh, and let's not even talk about my mood. This morning I knew I had to get out of the kitchen because the The Mister was breathing. It wasn't that it was any different than any one else's breathing. It's just that, well, I don't know what it was, but it was irritating.
Y'all, I NEED a Diet Coke!
I gave this up to feel better. When will it get better?
Posted by Kellie A at 10:54 AM