It was going into Memorial Day weekend 2013. Up to that point, I was drinking
- 2-4 20oz Mt Dew/Pepsi
- 2 Monster "energy" drinks
- Plus part of a 2 -liter of whatever
...pretty much every single day. And that wouldn't even count the half-a-bottle still in my car from yesterday, or the bottle I kept on my nightstand, or the one that was always next to my computer... I didn't even start drinking coffee until I was well into my 30s - I used to wake up with a Mt Dew!
Memorial Day weekend 2013. A three-day weekend in the US. (For those that don't know.) I made a grocery list, and sent the (now) ex-wife shopping. I was cooking up a storm all weekend, and there was plenty of beer & wine to wash it all down with. I never noticed not having any pop in the fridge until the following Wednesday. By then, it had been five days without. And once I realized, I started jonesing. But I kept with it, and never went back.
Now, allow me to clarify: I don't not drink pop ever. But it's almost August, and I can count on one hand the number of times I've had it this year. I ordered a pizza back in April, one of the combo deals that comes with a 2-liter, because I figured fuck it. I just threw it out last week - it's been sitting in the back of my fridge, still 3/4 full, ever since. Once in a while, at work, if they buy us lunch or take us out to eat or whatever, I might have a root beer to wash down whatever I'm eating. But that's honestly the extent of it.
It's alright once in a great while, but even if the sickly sweet of it isn't enough to turn me off of drinking it, that sticky, syrupy feeling you get in your mouth and throat after drinking it is. And then, after you rinse your mouth out with water and gargle, you're just thirsty again anyways.
I lost a solid 40lbs in the first two months, and kept it off all this time. (Not that I'm not still overweight, but I did keep that much off.) 40lbs. Just from drinking pop. I have more energy. I'm not sluggish like I used to be. I can eat a meal without having to go take a nap afterwards. My piss is the right color. (Interesting side note: I usually held like a 4-6 on that scale as a matter of course, but 7 wasn't at all uncommon, and even the occasional 8 wasn't a total surprise. Now I'm in the 1-3 range consistently.)
And it was all by accident.
Just quit drinking the shit. I mean, you have to go out of your way to get up, go to the store, but the shit, lug it home, put it in the fridge and wait for it to get cold. Just stop doing it.