Diet Coke tastes bad---- WHAAAAAT???

The missing hath returneth......

So, I am on week 3 of one specific trigger purge---- Diet Coke---- well, anything "diet" really. I was at a point were I was drinking a two litre of it a day to get my caffiene kick and avoid feeling tired and head-achy. I drank diet coke like my two year old drinks milk. I gave it up for good old fashioned water, with a rare and occasional Crystal Lite packet added to it. We've gone through 6 24 packs of bottled water in that time frame. Anyway, I decided to have a small diet coke this morning on the way to work because my head was pounding something fierce, took one sip and

BLECHHHHHHHHHH

The little hamster that takes up residence on the wheel in my head started running really fast, he tripped and THUMP, THUMP, THUMP before flying out of the wheel into the cedar chips of my left brain with his teeth chattering. Then we spent about 15 minutes together twitching and trying to figure out what the "F" happened.

My body was craving water for it's pain, not the chemical concoction that makes up diet coke! At the next stop light, I poured it out the window. Monkey, be gone!

This revalation is extremely encouraging, because all the time I thought I needed it, and I was suffering, and poor me.... I should have slapped that hamster a long time ago. He's got another thing coming, that's for sure!

Overall, I feel pretty good. I got on the scale, and was somewhat disappointed that I am still at 260, just a 3 pound total loss, however I have to keep remembering that I am making small gradual habit changes. Small habit changes gradually---small weight loss gradually that should STAY off.

Now, I am gearing up my game plan for "T" day.....I'm going to have to go into this one with full gear on--- pads, helmet, cleats and a baseball bat.

I have been invited to THREE thanksgivings, God Bless them all. One with my brother in law, one with my mom, and one with my dad. All in a span of 5 days. The triple trifecta of not only a dieter's nightmare, but an emotional eater's nightmare filled with emotion causing family members. I swear I am going to have to put mittens on both hands and look all weird just to make it past the shmorgasboard of appetizers.

And my really tight pants so my belly gets all uncomfortable and smooshed so I can only eat two bites, and standing up at that.

So, cleats, tight jeans, protective padding, mittens and my copyrighted helmet with the straw. READY???? and break!