I never thought I was a slave to cola. Sure, I drank it a bit with meals and with my spirits, but that didn't mean I had a problem. Now I'm not so sure. I didn't really miss chocolate for the first week I wasn't eating it and it wasn't until about halfway through January that I started to feel like I was being stalked by Mr Cadbury and Mrs Nestle. And Freddo. Next time you're in the confectionary aisle of the supermarket take a look at the giant Freddos. They have shifty eyes and they look at you. Where was I? Oh yes, cola. I noticed the absence of Diet Coke in my life on THE FIRST DAY. I was tired, grumpy, distracted (still am, apparently) not sleeping properly... In general, just poo.
On the upside, I can have chocolate which is giving me my regular dose of caffeine. On the downside, I miss my daily can of DC. I miss tapping the top of the can three times before I open it. I miss the refreshing sound of carbon dioxide escaping from vacuum sealed aluminium. I miss the astringent sting of bubbles and my knowledge that it tastes better out of a can than out of a plastic bottle. And the taste. I miss that too. Thank God February's a short month.
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