It is day 9 of the Diet Coke saga. Yes, I am counting. So far I have been a total failure, and I blame Boo. First she hasn’t been sleeping well since the company left and school started back up. Second, while she did not get the flu she did get a cold. Which she then passed on to her loving, Diet Coke addict, sleep deprieved mother.

So I decided a wean was in order. Forget cold turkey, who can just stop doing something they love? And I love, LOVE, did I say LOVE, Diet Coke in a can. Not in a bottle, not by a fountain, not in any other form. (Okay, that could be a Sam-I-Am rhyme!). But I do not drink coffee or tea and need caffeine. So on Saturday I broke down and bought a 2-liter. Convincing myself that I would only drink it on the weekend and let coworkers deal with the sleep deprivation. I also drank the 2-liter over 2-days so there was none left over to take to work on Monday morning.

I’ve been too busy to go to the store to buy more, so far that mode of denial is working. It’s Thursday and I’ve gone 4 entire days without slipping.

Although I could use a ice-cold can right now….