A few years ago I realized that I was gaining about 3 pounds a year. I was 10 pounds heavier than I had been a few years before that, and I thought I'd better do something about it. After all, 3 pounds a year is 30 pounds in a decade, and 60 pounds in 20 years. Not good.
So I started one of those low-carb diets for a few months, and the first thing they told me to do was to stop drinking milk and start drinking diet pop. I didn't like it much at first, and really missed the milk, but I made the switch.
I had never bought pop in my life to drink at home (I always bought it in restaurants, but that's different), but I wasn't supposed to have much milk.
I ended up leaving that diet, because I couldn't survive without the dairy and the fruit, and didn't really believe that was healthy. But in the meantime I had really become addicted to Diet Pepsi.
I've never been a coffee drinker, so the caffeine was lovely.
Since then, I've gained another four pounds, but that's over about five years and my weight is stabilizing or going down, so I'm happy. I'm working out more, and I really eat quite well. But I decided this year that the Diet Pepsi had to go. I don't like needing the caffeine, and I REALLY don't like the aspartame.
So it's gone. Quit cold turkey.
And I miss it!
Water just doesn't cut it. I tried Perrier, because at least it's carbonated. Boy, is that stuff gross. And I can't do coffee.
So I'm here with my pathetic water with lime or lemon squeezed into it, and I'm trying to talk myself into believing that it's just lovely and I'm ever so happy.
I'm not. But I know I made the right choice. It's amazing how much of life is like that, isn't it?
Labels: eating, habits