When I was a kid I loved drinking Dr Pepper. It was a fun treat, and readily available.
When I was in junior high and high school, a Dr Pepper at lunch was one of the bright spots in otherwise difficult days.
In my twenties, it was a pick-me-up when things got stressful at work and deadlines loomed over my cubicle.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep drinking it forever, and that at some point I would have to make healthier choices. “When I’m 30,” I said, “I’ll probably have to give up soda.” I’m 32 now.
And then there’s this one, who watches everything I do and repeats everything I say.
I don’t think I would mind an occasional soda, but my problem is that I feel a compulsion to drink it. If there’s an open bottle in the fridge, then it’s very hard for me to choose something else. I want to be free of that.
It’s been over a week, and so far so good. There wasn’t any in the fridge to start, so I avoided a dramatic scene involving drinks poured down the drain.
Not having it at home makes it easier. I think about it, but the only willpower required is when I choose not to buy it during the minute I pass it at the grocery store.
In other news, what we’ve done this week: city camping! More later.