I am staying true to my 'no pop' rule for the moment. But dear heavens, I have a headache. It may be the lack of sweet sugary soda, the complete shut off of Chocolate Hershey kisses entering my bloodstream, or deletion of most white carbs the last three days. Or all of those. But none the less, a headache has appeared.
Christmas vacation was full of all of those, and I may have over loaded on all of the above for the last two weeks. Myself and my family enjoyed the sweet goodness of The Pioneer Women - Cinnamon rolls, the creamy Mashed potatoes and even a few homemade pizzas. I can not let myself link these wonderful, sinful edibles, google will help you with that. Unfortunately the result of this carb coma-inducing pig outs, is now willpower testing cravings and a headache that I know will most likely be helped with a nice ice cold glass of Coke.
Oh sweet Coke. I miss you. I miss your sister Sprite, your cousin Vernors and all things that come with those fizzy little bubbles that tickle my throat and tummy. I know you and the chocolate teamed up to get me back with this headache. But I am sorry my friend.
You are cut off. I will conquer and we may become friends again one day. Ok not as good as friends, but as in a once in a while meet up.
Headache. You can leave now.
Sunday, January 3
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