I’m making incremental progress on improving my health. This week I started taking the stairs instead of the elevator to get to my 7th floor office. The first two days were bad. I discovered that it went better if I made certain there was something to snack on (hot pocket, bowl of soup, sandwich) when I reached the top. And that’s not bad, since it’s usually breakfast or lunch time when I hit the top.
I’m also going to try to quit drinking so much coke. This will be a huge undertaking for me, and I will probably fail miserably. I’m sitting here choking down a Diet Cherry Coke. It’s disgusting. I’ve already tried everything available in the office except for Diet A&W Root Beer and Diet Pepsi. The A&W is a foregone conclusion — no caffeine. I have also heard from most people who drink diet drinks exclusively that once you have accustomed yourself to the taste of asparthame/splenda/antifreeze, you prefer them over sugared drinks. That sounds awful. There are few things in the world more invigorating than that first, ice-cold gulp of Atlanta’s own, Real Thing.
If it weren’t for this delicious, write-home-to-mama-and-tell-her-she’s-in-trouble Bisque de B’s, I’d probably be in complete hell right now. Damn this shiznit is good.