Starving Artist Ink.

last week i completed one of my goals from my 23 before 24 list. no. 3. no soda for a month.

it’s a really sad, pathetic thing to have on the list. i shouldn’t have to write that down to do it, but i did. i needed to. i have no self control when it comes to cravings… i have no self discipline when it comes to following through. especially when i live in a house with another person- who has the biggest sweet tooth known to mankind.

not drinking coke for a month, big whoop. but i made the intention to not do it, and i followed through. even when i watched him pour a tall, cold, fizzing, bubbling, burn in your throat- glass of coke with dinner.. and there i was, with either a bottle of water, or cold milk.

steven kept asking me why i was doing it, what was the point?

what was the point?

because i have no self discipline. because i decided this is something i want to do. because it’s good for me… because i give in so easily to cravings.

i have to tell you though, after the month- i had a small glass with dinner. and after that, i had another one the next day. (what the hell, erin?!) it’s got to go. no.3 coincides with no.4 ‘zip up my pre-pregnancy jeans comfortably.’  (i still wear them. but i shouldn’t. squeezing myself into my favourite pair of jeans. squishy delicious mama muffin top.)

are you good with sticking to your guns? how do you turn off that little voice in the back of your head telling you that oooone little sip, or bite, or whatever won’t hurt. ?