Twenty-five weeks ago, before I knew I was pregnant, I was a hard core soda addict. I drank 3 (ok, oftentimes 4 or 5, if I went to a restaurant that served free refills) diet cokes a day. I knew I had a problem on my hands, and I was giving it a somewhat real effort to quit, or at least cut down a bit. At one point, I even went “cold turkey” while on a diet detox for a month but then somehow fell off the wagon and started picking up my beloved silver can again.
I know, I know, I KNOW! It’s a horrible habit, you don’t have to convince me. I’ve read the reports. I know exactly what I’m doing to my body. But that doesn’t make quitting any easier.
Oh, how I long to stick my head under that gas station soda fountain machine and keg stand it with all my might. My soda drinking ability? It’s impressive. (I mean, not that I’m bragging or anything)
So how am I coping these days? Um, with a lot of whining, complaining, habit substitution. I’ll admit it, I’m still drinking diet coke but by no means the quantities I was before getting pregnant. (This is where I go run and hide from all the “you’re being a bad pregnant lady and hurting your unborn baby” comments I’m about to receive.) Again, I’m working on it.
But I’m not perfect, and I’m trying. I mean, it could be worse, right?
Are you a diet soda addict that happens to be currently pregnant? How’s that going for ya?