Today marks the 100th day that I’ve been soda free. To some may not be a big deal, but to me it’s huge.
I’m no newbie to quitting; in fact I’m quite experienced in the art of quitting. I quit ballet, art lessons and piano. Not to mention a shit load of boyfriends. But this is one of the few times I quit something I love. I love Diet Coke and Diet Dr Pepper. Yeah, yeah… “why don’t you marry one of them?” I totally would have, both even; this is Utah after all. But humping an ice-cold can isn’t my idea of the perfect sexual relationship. That’s the last place I want frostbite.
I was able to quit with the help of my trusty Dr Pepper Lip Smacker. Any time I’m craving a soda I pull out my lip gloss where the soothing smell of DP gets me through the rough spots. Which got me thinking that I should totally invent heroin, meth and cocaine lip gloss and open a rehab center. The center would have a giant outdoor pool where you could catch some rays while sexy models coated your lips with my unique blend of lip gloss. It would put The Betty Ford Center to shame.
I’m going to make millions, but don’t worry I’ll still write my blog just poolside.