Yesterday marks three weeks since I have had any Pepsi.
Or any pop for that matter.
You read that right. Three weeks. Twenty one days.
This may not be a big deal to some (most?) of you, but to me, it’s huge. This is the longest stretch I’ve gone in a long time. Maybe even in forever? Well, I mean, since I started drinking Pepsi, which was before high school. I was typically a Pepsi a day girl. Sometimes (too often, really) more than one. It was the love of my life. It kind of feels like I’m breaking up with my soul mate, you know?
All around, I am feeling some major differences since cutting it out. I am feeling so much better. I’m not nearly as draggy, I have way more energy and my body feels good. Maybe some of this has to do with the nicer weather, but I’m sure not entirely. And, as an added bonus, the number of pounds that I’ve lost in three week isn’t awful, either. (I should also add that I have been making some other pretty big changes in my eating and exercise habits, too, so the weight isn’t entirely because of the lack of pop).
I’ve been very careful and strict with myself so that I don’t just end up replacing the missing Pepsi with extra coffee. I allow myself a maximum of two coffees per day (okay, once or twice I had three..but only because it’s dollar iced coffee days at McD’s and people always insist on bringing them to me) and other than that I’ve been drinking water like a crazy person. It’s become a challenge to myself to see how well I can do with this and how long I can go.
I won’t say I’m quitting forever, because I am likely not, nor do I really want to. I mean, I love the stuff. It tastes dang good. I’d like to have it again. And I like having treats sometimes. But that’s the key word. Sometimes. Right now, I am working hard to get myself to a place where I can view it as that – a treat and not a necessity. We have a cottage weekend coming up and my plan was to take a few to indulge in on vacation but I’m not so sure. I kind of feel like continuing in this little competition with myself. I guess we’ll see.
To be honest, though, it hasn’t been nearly as hard as I expected it to be. Definitely not as hard as other times I’ve tried to “quit” or “cut back”. Maybe because this time I was serious about making a change? The last time I had a Pepsi, I didn’t even know that it would be my last. I wasn’t really planning on stopping but after a very unsuccessful evening of trying on clothes that ended in tears and some major self evaluation, I decided some things have got to change around here. And by around here, I mostly mean around my waist line. It’s time to become a healthier version of myself.