Just in case I forget:
- Rots my teeth.
- Turns my teeth yellow.
- Ruins my sleep.
- Too many empty calories.
- Might give me diabetes.
- Bad for my digestion.
- Makes my heart beat too fast.
- Expensive.
- A pain in the ass to carry up all the stairs into our apartment.
I’ve been quite good about not drinking coke lately. I was drinking enough to make up around a third of my daily calories for quite a while, until I thought of the above list. When I was in the US, I managed to stop drinking it by default and only drink it when I actually wanted it instead. I never forced myself to not drink anycoke, as I figured that was a recipe for disaster. Or failure, at least. In the US it was easy, because I could just grab a bottle of water or have juice instead.
When I got back to Norway, things were bad again for a little while–I started drinking coke again like I had before. Bottled water isn’t available here just to have at home–to expensive, and not really packaged properly. The juice here isn’t very good either. It’s not available in concentrate, so the last two items in my list above still apply. Most juice here isn’t even very good, anyway. And there’s no lemonade to speak of, and lemonade is my favorite.
I don’t know what’s changed now, but somehow it seems like I’ve managed to kick the habit, finally. I have allowed myself to have coke when I want it, but I’m finding that isn’t terribly often. I don’t want to drink any after, say, 4 PM, in order to preserve my sleep. That means that I don’t order it at restaurants anymore, which is great, since a pint costs about 35 kroner, or about $5.50. And no, that isn’t a typo. I’m drinking a LOT more water instead. The water that comes out of the tap here is delicious, thankfully. Now all the big water glasses are dirty all the time.
I had a sip of Johannes’s coke the other day, and it was actually quite unappealing. Weird! I used to be totally addicted to the stuff.
Tonight, however, I got a pizza for dinner instead of cooking. I also got a half liter bottle of coke to go along with the pizza. (That has been one of my primary reasons for always having coke around–there are some things that simply must be accompanied by coke.) It was good, I enjoyed it, I had a big glass of water alongside the meal like always. Problem was that I got sick immediately after. Yes, boys and girls, caffeine causes diarrhea, didn’t you know? I didn’t, not ’til relatively recently. Funny that nobody told me about that fact when I was seeing a doctor for my damned IBS 12 years ago!
Anyway, hence the list. Just to remind myself why I finally decided to try to get that sticky monkey off my back.