Monday, March 7, 2011
Day 20 of my soda withdrawal.
I took my first test yesterday. It was a difficult one.
I had the perfect opportunity to fall off the wagon. Yesterday, I attended my co-chair’s team’s bowling fundraiser, which raised money for our American Cancer Society’s Relay For Life event. While the weather outside was dreary, cold and downright wet, the atmosphere inside the bowling alley was warm, fun, exciting, and packed with people bowling strikes, spares, and gutter balls.
My co-chair’s Relay team provided door prizes and food, while the bowling alley served soft drinks and beer. I was kind of worried of how I would make it throughout the day without drinking soda. I could have drank beer, but I am not a beer drinking girl. Personally, I think beer tastes like disgusting armpit sweat, but that’s a story for another time.
It’s no question that everybody has a good conscience and a bad conscience to themselves. I know I do. Yesterday, both sides were fighting like cats and dogs.
I had just bowled a spare, and I sat down when Bad Rosie told me she wanted to have an off day. Good Rosie was badly trying to fight the urge. Everywhere I looked there were people, even kids, gulping down 20 oz or larger cups of soda. What was worse was when I looked up at the TV screen and saw a Coca-Cola commercial that clearly emphasized people enjoying their soft drink.
Suddenly, the unthinkable happened. My mouth watered. I was thirsty.
What’s a girl to do?
My mind was playing see-saw with me. I could hear Bad Rosie saying, “Come on, dear. You know you want it. You deserve to have a free day.” Good Rosie said, “You’ve come this far. Don’t let this get to you.”
Bad Rosie: “If you’re going to eat something, you gotta have something tasty to wash it down with!”
Good Rosie: “Don’t you want to lose weight and be more healthy?”
Bad Rosie: “Who’s going to know about this?”
Good Rosie: “EVERYONE! Look around you!”
AHHH!! Ok, at this point, I got up from my seat and went up to the front counter. I still wasn’t sure what I was going to get, but luckily there was a small line so at least I had a little bit more time to decide. Good Rosie had a point, people would know, especially those who know about my withdrawal. Earlier, my friend Julie asked me how my soda fasting was going. I told her things were going well. I didn’t want to ruin that.
Good Rosie 1 -Bad Rosie 0
As I was waiting in line, I could see the soda fountain and the Pepsi logo in clear view. If I was a less determined person, I could have that in an instant. I could order a small cup. The smallest cup they have. One drink couldn’t hurt. I needed a jolt anyway. Not that I am a great bowler, but I wasn’t doing very well in the game. I kept getting gutter balls. My ball even got stuck in the gutter four times!! With a little bit of caffeine in my body, I could wake up and possibly have a better game!
Good Rosie 1 -Bad Rosie 1 (Tie game)
Suddenly, I was next in line. The clerk asked me what I wanted. I looked at the soda fountain, and then something else caught my eye.
A sign that said “Water – 25 cents.”
“Miss?” the clerk asked. “What would you like?”
I am all for cheap, but now is the moment of truth.
I gave up. “Water, please.”
The clerk gave me a 20 oz cup of water. I slurped that thing so fast. It actually tasted good. Cool and refreshing just like soda, but without the fizz and the other artificial tasty ingredients. Not only did I take good care of my body, but I also saved money.
I felt quite proud of myself at the end of the day. I didn’t achieve a high bowling score. However, when it came to my health, I passed the test.
In my book, I earned a strike.