On the bright side (I looked back and realized my last few posts were a little gloomy), it appears as though I have slayed one of my most fierce dragons...SODA.
I really worried about giving up my one little nightly soda, and finding something good to drink with pizza. Turns out, water is not so bad. I have had about 8 ounces of soda in the past 10 or so days. I don't really miss it.
This is a huge surprise for me! I smoked cigarettes for about 15 years. I never really tried to quit. I didn't smoke during my first two pregnancies, and it was not hard, but as soon as I had them, I went back to it. In 2002, a special friend died of cancer. I had promised her I would quit smoking before she died. I never picked up another cigarette after July 2 of that year. No cravings, no bitchiness...just, done.
So far, that's how I feel about soda. Just, done. Thank you God for deliverance. I know I didn't quit cigarettes, I was delivered. It must be the same thing with the soda.
And so shall it be with the rest of this journey.
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