For Lent, I decided to give up soda. Which, as many of you know, was a huge
sacrifice on my part. As sad and disgusting
as it was for me to say, I would drink a minimum of 44 ounces of soda a day.
Holy cow, right?!?
Sad. Disgusting. But
true.
If I didn't go during my lunch break, I would grab a fountain
beverage from the gas station on my way home.
And I would always go for the largest, 44 ounce Big Daddy cup!
So I decided that I would give up something that would truly
be a sacrifice on my part. As I was
sitting and listening to Father Jim speak to the kids of SPX, explaining the
meaning to these beautiful children of what exactly Lent was….it sort of hit
me.
It’s pretty simple, in fact.
God gave his life for us.
Surely I can give up Cherry Coke Zero for 40 days!
So I did.
And it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. There were only 2 or 3 times where I truly
craved a fountain beverage from my local Marathon station.
Fast forward to Easter Sunday: I had my first Coke Zero. And it wasn't nearly the joyous occasion I
thought it would be. I thought that
first sip would be so refreshing that my taste buds would have started signing
a glorious song right then and there.
But they didn't. So I finished my
12 ounces, then had some water.
A few days later, I realized I hadn't had any Coke Zero
since Easter. So I popped open a can and
took a big 'ole chug.
And I almost spit the whole thing out right there in my dear
husband’s face. It burned SO BAD. Apparently, it didn't have an effect on me at
Easter because of all the other CRAP I was inhaling at the time……but this time
I was like, “Holy hell, this is like pure acid!”
So I've come to the conclusion that I will no longer be
drinking soda on a daily basis. I guess
I can’t say that I’m banning it entirely.
I mean, if I want to have a Cherry Coke Zero every now and then, then I’ll
have one. But I am perfectly happy to
quench my thirst with good old, plain HEALTHY water.
Cheers and cold beers water!