Well, I guess if we get technical, I have quite a few problems. But we won't get technical. We'll just talk about the one big problem...I'm an addict. I am addicted to Diet Coke.
Now, this may seem like no big whoop to you guys. But the truth is, my habit had me up to (at least) a 2 liter a day. That's a lot of soda. And if I didn't have any Diet Coke in the house, my addiction would have me walking the streets, knocking on the doors in the middle of the night, wondering where I would be getting my next fix.
Well, actually it would just have me running to the store at all hours. But you get my drift.
So I'm addicted, and seeing that I generally feel like crap, I thought to myself..."Self, if Diet Coke can clean the acid off of car batteries, think about what it's doing to your innards."
Sometimes I have conversations with myself. I actually find myself quite interesting once I get to know me.
So I've been off my DC for about a week and I suffered from the DTs for a bit of that. But now that the DTs are no longer around I have to admit....
I feel absolutely no difference.
Doesn't that just suck?
But I'm not giving up. I'm banking on the fact that it takes a while for it all to work out of my system. I'm banking on waking up one of these days feeling like a new woman.
That's my goal. I want to be a new woman. Preferably a 22 year old.
In my quest, I went to the gym today and took an hour long power walk tonight. But instead of making me feel like a new woman, it just made my legs so sore that I walk like Fred Sanford.
Now Fred Sanford, he had problems. A bad heart and a freeloading son. Compared to that, I guess my problems could be worse.
Speaking of freeloaders, here are ours....
I call these photos Happy Feet
and Happy Place
And boy do they have problems.
Peace out,
A
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