Friday, September 23, 2011
Here I go begging for trouble: I *think* I'm tee'd up for another good numbers week again. Now, it could be that I'm reaping the benefits of my kicked up workouts from the prior two weeks, it could be that I've been eating more produce, it could be that Jupiter is in the Seventh House...but I'm wondering if it MIGHT be that this is week two of "No Soda in the House."
I love Diet Coke. I have loved it since I was 8 years old & I saw a friend's mother drinking it. I thought she was the bees knees, so I wanted to drink Diet Coke, too. One sip & I was hooked, I just loved the taste. The rest is history.
I'm the only one in my family that drinks soda (or "pop" since I'm from Iowa). While I'm pretty good at watching for sales, it's still a ridiculous expenditure, especially when I had started pushing 2-3 cans each day.
So, having nothing to do with my goals or my health (I know, it's terrible & the artificial sweeteners should have been what drove me away...blah blah blah) I decided that I would no longer keep pop in the house. I can have it when we're out, but I don't need to keep it on hand. Because I stopped drinking it for fiscal rather than physical reasons, it didn't occur to me to even mention that we were going pop-free at Casa de Hurler, until now. As I was pouring my glass of MILK (wha-ha?) for lunch today, an article I read (& dismissed) a while ago "popped" into my head. This isn't the exact article, but it's the gist of it.
Perhaps I've inadvertently been sabotaging my efforts with diet soda? I'm not saying that I won't ever drink diet sodas, I'm not advocating for others to be soda-free, but I am pretty happy that no-soda-in-the-house is not only good for my bottom line, it's apparently also good for my bottom.