I'm quitting Dr Pepper. For the third time.

This time, instead of quitting soda cold turkey, I'm quitting DP and other caffeinated sodas first. Tea is acceptable, as long as it's TEA and not tea-flavored bullshit.

I'm in the process of switching from DP to Sprite. Once I can drive by a DP ad without wanting one, I think I can start quitting the soda altogether. I'm expecting this process to take between one and three years. Long term, shit, yo. First time I quit, I relapsed after six months.

I got a caffeine headache about two today. A bottle of Sweet Leaf and an ibuprofen later and there's still a twinge back there. Tomorrow I'll have one of the last DP with breakfast. I have five cans left, so I'm drinking one for breakfast every other day to try and wean myself off the caffeine.

I'll be holding myself accountable on LJ, and hopefully that'll help.

Rules:
After the last cans of DP are gone, that's it. No mas. Not even as a "treat." That's how I relapsed last time. Slippery slope is not always a fallacy.
No caffeinated sodas. Until I quit having caffeine headaches, I may have a small cup of one (NOT DP) at work. That's all.
IBC Root Beer is an exception. I can't remember if it's caffeinated or not, but I don't get it very often, so I'm not really concerned with that brand.
I'll drink Sprite or other clear sodas when possible. At work I usually get the non-caffeinated root beer (Sprite lookalike tastes like shit), but I'm trying to avoid brown soda if I can help it.

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I maybe shouldn't have gone for the bike ride. Gravity and the wind were all "you go backward!" and I was all "nooooooo!" and now I'm fucking exhausted. I suck at the bike riding.

So I was giving some of my stuff away on Craigslist. Get an email from one guy, arrange to meet him at the grocery store. Mentioned he'd be in one of the internet company vans.

I meet him at the store. Turns out, he was in my apartment almost exactly a week ago getting my internet fixed. It's a small world, for sure.

And I think I can actually get away with only buying Dr Pepper when it's on sale five for twelve bucks. Every time I get low, I see it for sale in one or another grocery store. Note, however, that in one particular store, it's *four* for twelve unless you grab the coupon up front. I should stop drinking it, but I can't. I've tried. Several times. There are worse addictions, though.

My cats love Dr Pepper boxes, though. They can play in them, on them, around them, through them, and if they feel like it, chew on them with no repercussions. Zo is still small enough to fit in one, although it's a bit...tight.

I can walk to the grocery store and that makes me happy. In fact, the walk is short enough that my quart of lime sherbet hardly melted at all even though it's fucking 96 degrees outside.

Here's hoping I get a job I can walk to. That would be fucking awesome.

What has surprised you the most about me (if anything) since joining my flist/"friending me"? Was anything completely unexpected or have I always fit the picture of me you have in your head?

Post this in your own journal and see how you have surprised people!

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In other news, yay food! I really do need to start eating more fruits and veggies. I'm slowly rebuilding my pantry after moving and my mother ravaged it. My biggest problem is that they don't make containers of stuff like flour, sugar, mustard, etc, small enough for one person who doesn't bake much, or eat untold amounts of condiments. So shit usually goes bad before I eat it all.

And the people who park in front of my building, but are not on a lease, need to fuck off. I despise coming home at fuck-what (okay, nine, but that's late for me) only to have to park up at the mailbox because someone's friend/SO/whatever doesn't realize that parking spaces are for tenants and guest parking is for guests. Not the other way around. If the guy next door had a car, we'd all be screwed.

I want to make a tamago sandwich. Unfortunately, the internet is full of tamago sushi. I did not like tamago sushi, Sam-I-Am.

I suppose I have to stick with old-fashioned egg salad.

Boo.

So now I've had Poffenberger's Plain, Garlic, and Green Onion flavored smoked sausage.

I can't fucking tell the difference between any of them. I'd try the Jalapeño Cheese flavor, since their JC summer sausage is the shit, but I had cheese in smoked sausage once, and it was nasty.

And there are people who drive all the way from Arkansas and buy 50 pounds of this shit to take home. It's not that good, people. Then again, some people probably haven't ever had proper smoked sausage in their lives. I guess smoked sausage in Arkansas is like Mexican food in Colorado...inedible.

Sausage eaten...now on to dessert...salsa.

I was busy today. I made salsa, started packing up some of my shit, and then did shish-kabobs. I was not impressed by the marinade. I couldn't taste it and it made me sad. I'll try something different next time. Still haven't done my thank-you cards...that is a project for tomorrow as right now I'm slightly inebriated.


My body wants to go to bed. Gee, I wonder why. Could it have something to do with the whole "Let's wake up anywhere from 3-6 in the morning and not go back to sleep!" thing? Nah. Let's chalk it up to the alcohol, then. My waking up at 3:30 this morning has nothing to do with it.

I hate the way my legs feel when I drink. I'm a quarter Irish, I shouldn't be such a fucking lightweight.

That's it, I've had it, I'm hitting Goodwill tomorrow in search of a microwave. God /damn/ I'm hungry.

First attempt at sauteing veggies roommate-style went relatively well. Too much jalapeño, and it really needs pasta or something to go with it. The broccoli was good...the rest was just a tad too hot, even with the interior of the jalapeños removed.

stainedfeathers, if you want, you can come over sometime and I can make some more and you'll probably eat it all because you're a fucking broccoliphile.