it has been 24 days

These pictures were on my phone, you guys. I seriously have a problem!

Towards the end of April, one of my co-workers says her 30 day challenge for the month of April is going to be not to drink soda. I posted about it on Facebook.

And I totally sent her a screenshot of my Facebook post because I didn’t want someone to be all, “ooooooh, Wendy’s talking about you on Facebook!” and the good news is that she did in fact say soda, but now I’m catching myself saying pop, too, and I don’t remember what it is that I actually say most of the time.

Anyway, it’s now the 24th and I’m still soda free. I’ve had caffeine, because I’m not some kind of savage and I want my friends, family and co-workers to not want to slap me in the mouth.

I had a moment of panic when Ozzy and I went through the McDonald’s drive thru after the two of us went to the zoo and did you know McDonald’s doesn’t have lemonade? I mean, what kind of world are we living in.  I had ORANGE DRINK. It’s the same orange drink they used to have at our elementary school parties back in the 80s and it’s very possible the ORANGE DRINK I had a couple of weeks ago was made back then, too.

I was talking about it today and again this past weekend because you’re damn right I’ll toot my own horn when I’m 24 days into a challenge to anyone that will listen or anyone that doesn’t want to listen. When this whole 30 days started, I had grand plans of either shotgunning can after can of Mountain Dew in the break room at work or just straight up chugging 2 liters at my desk. With only six days to go, that’s not really the case anymore.

I mean, yes, I desperately miss the delicious flavor of Mountain Dew. It’s like the nectar of the gods and, when your dad works for Pepsi, it’s something you’ve been drinking for as long as you can remember. Plus, the 80s, you know? And there will never be anything quite like drinking an ice cold Coke right out of the can. Just don’t tell my dad about that part.

However, I’m sleeping more soundly (yay!), drinking more water (when I actually remember to drink, so there’s still work on this one…) and not spending money on stupid sodas all the time. I wish there was an app for how many sodas I haven’t poured down my throat in the past 24 hours per day and how much I’ve saved by not doing. (I know there’s one for smoking!)

Will I be soda free forever? Nah. Probably not. Will I feel the need to stop at the vending machine at work EVERY time I walk through the break room now? No, not unless they get a better flavor of La Croix in that bad boy, because who wants that lemon crap. I know I won’t ever switch to diet because that shit is nasty and I promise I’ve really tried to like it.

In my near drinking future, I see plenty of lemonade, which our toddler calls YEMEN.

And as soon as this 32 degree weather leaves this week, I’m going to stock our garage mini fridge with Summer Shandy and some delicious cider.