Thursday, October 2, 2008

I'm weak. (AKA Ode to Coke)

I did so well for so long. But I couldn't take it anymore. It just stared at me every time I opened the office fridge.

"Drink me. You know you want to."


And I did.

And it was fabulous. I missed you Coke. You always know how to brighten my day, with your sugary sweetness, your effervescent carbonation (is that redundant?), and your satisfying "pop" when opened.

I'm sorry I was away for so long. Seventeen long, lonely days. I tried to resist your charms, but you sucked me into your deliciousness. Oh, how I longed for you.

I never want to be separated from you again. The 140 calories are SO WORTH IT! I mean, I can burn that by walking to the bathroom a few more times during the day. Conveniently, drinking a can of Coke will enable me to do just that! See, it is perfect.

I love it, and I'm not giving it up again.

So there.

Note: I am slightly ashamed that I have no willpower, but in the long run, there are worse habits to have. I don't smoke, do drugs, or drink heavily. I'm not a gambler. I don't drive aggressively (OK, sometimes I do).

Just let me have this one vice, people. I would rather exercise more and eat less than give up my Coke for one more day.

(I am doing pretty well on my other challenge items, so at least it's not all been a total letdown. I do have some self-esteem.)

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