The Flesh Is Weak!

Ok, I caved! I was doing so well and I blew it! When Inside Edition called I freaked, I needed something to soothe my frazzled nerves and curb my taste for chocolate. I needed a DC in the worst way and so I am back on the wagon, chugging my 2nd one for the day. I am weak. I am human. I am addicted. I need help. I need another one. By the way, taping for Inside Edition was awesome. I will post about that tonight when I am drinking a DC with lime from a frozen cold glass......

195 or JUST SAY NO!

One hundred ninety five. I can't believe it....I am still in shock! I happened to open my drawer at work only to find that I had spilled over my collection of pop tabs. I decided out of curiosity to count them. Big mistake, I shouldn't have. One hundred ninety five tabs later, in total disbelief, I put the cup back in my drawer. I drank a lot of DC. I feel really sick right now, but guess what?!!! I just popped another! Chalk that up to 196.

Why do I have this addiction? What is the "root" of it? How can I have drunk all that soda? Why am I drinking another? Why does my mouth water when I pass a QT? Why do I crave that burn? Why, why, why? Will I die of throat cancer? Stomach cancer? Colon cancer? Will I say on my death bed, "I should have known better?"

Does anyone know of a DC rehab center? Can you spell NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION? I really need to learn how to spell, "NO!"