So it's done. I have had my last soda for the foreseeable future. There was bacon present at my last hurrah. That should clue you in that this particular can of Diet DP was consumed at breakfast. That's right, breakfast. It's a good thing I'm not a drinker because I would clearly be the type to say "it's five o'clock somewhere!" I have given up soda twice, once when I was marathon training and once just to see if I could. Uh, apparently I can't. Although that time I lasted six whole weeks, including four days in Utah for my brother's wedding which typically means my mother starting an intravenous Dr. Pepper drip the moment I step off the plane.
I feel better, look better and run better when I don't drink the dark tasty beverages. So no matter how many caffeine headaches I get, no matter how seductively the fountain vanilla coke at Rubio's beckons, no matter how much I crave the bubbles and the sugar and the sweetness, I am serious about this.