When it's time to change...

Monday, June 25th, 2007 will go down in history. It is the day I quit Coke. Yes, I am admitting to blog world that I am a recovering Coke addict. And before you all get me admitted to some drug rehab, I'm referring to the legal stuff in the red can, NOT the white powdery stuff. But if there are free donuts at rehab, I might be interested.

I've been drinking Coke for as long as I can remember. My Dad worked for Coke as I was growing up, therefore there were always superfluous amounts of caffeinated goodies around. Heck, some non-caffeinated ones too. It was all you-can-drink, 24-7 around my house. I don't once recall my parents trying to get me to drink something other than the ever-present pop in my hand. No wonder my teeth suck and I'm fat. Sheesh.

My brother and I were well-liked at class party time. My Dad would drop off a couple cases of A&W Root Beer, or some Sprite for the class to enjoy. It was probably the only reason I had any friends growing up. LOL

I am making this change to be a better example for Emmy, to be a healthier me, and hopefully, I'll shed some weight from this change. I quit smoking, so this should be a piece of cake comparitively. Wish me luck.