Slave to Soda Pop

I used the politically correct term in the title, but I’m going to call it pop (I’m from Minnesota) from this point forward.

I have to finally admit it. I’ve had an addiction to pop for the past few years. Actually, I think since I started college (in 2005), so that would put it at six years this Fall. That means I should give myself twelve to actually ditch it completely, right?

All kidding aside, I was pretty well hooked on the stuff. There were days when I would look forward to a taste of a good, well-carbonated Dr. Pepper like it would carry me through the rest of the day. I wouldn’t venture far from the office without having something in my hand to keep me going.

There probably isn’t much that looks less professional than a bottle of Mt. Dew at your lips as you are working on a computer issue.

I was a slave to the pop. As sugary sweet as it is, it is going to be difficult to stay away from it, but I think that my relationship with pop needs to change. It isn’t going to end because I’m a firm believe in “everything in moderation,” but the days of relying on that caffeine boost to get me through the week is going by the wayside and I will need to find another way to do it.

One thing I am doing is getting out and working out more regularly again. I’m going back to Couch to 5K to try and get myself back into shape again, which will go a long way to getting my energy up as my body increases its metabolism.

At the office, my big change is the introduction of iced tea as my drink of choice. I’m hoping that it will be the sweetness I crave without all of the ill effects. I also need to drink more water.

Luckily, I’m now on week 2 of not having any pop and the headaches are gone. Sadly, they are replaced with my body now working to cope with increased workouts, but I’m sure I’ll get there soon.

It feels good to break those chains.