Diet Coke is my new lover

I love the feel of a good frosty beverage. The way it makes your tongue tingle, and cools your throat. Um, nothing better.

It's not hot yet here, but I'm still already into the cold beverage months. And now, instead of that frosty Blue Moon, I reach for that equally frosty diet Coke. In fact, I went to Costco the other day and got myself one of those gigantic Costco size things of diet Coke to keep in my kitchen and bring to work. I started out with one maybe every other day, and now, today, I'm having two.

That's right. Two. It appears my tendency towards addiction does not stop with drugs, alcohol, or cigarettes. It extends to Coke, eating, running, anything. My obsessive nature wins out and I get on these kicks.

So, I'm also trying to quit smoking, which is apparently super hard. I've done it before - just put them down and not picked them back up for a year or so. Like booze, cigarettes seem to alleviate the stress. As soon as I quit drinking, I ramped up the smoking. Instead of maybe one a day, or a few at night, I'm smoking morning, noon, and night. What the hell?

So this is my last pack. Really. I've been able to just put them down before, and I'll do it again. I'll use the steps to get me through that, too. And diet Coke? I suppose I'll end up drinking even more just to have a filler, and then I need to cut that off, too. Let's go for free of addictions by year's end! Except running. I think that might be a good addiction.