One week down with nary a soda. Except for dinner Saturday. I rewarded myself for doing a good job. My thoughts on the first sip after a sipless week?
"Gah, this shit is too sweet."
I resisted the siren call of the free refill. I had three glasses of champagne instead. (Thanks for the headache, STEFANIE.)
So the gradual, no ridiculous, instantaneous, crazy plan to overhaul my fitness level approach is working. How do I know?
One week without fast food and Coke + A barely perceptible increase in physical activity = 5 vanished pounds.
I know! 5! It's nuts! I'll be Nicole Richie in like a month at that pace! My dad will be on TV telling people I don't eat! Wow!
I am so going to have sex this year. (Now THAT is a New Year's Resolution.)
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