The perils of soda pop
There's this fat guy that just started a blog. He's sick of being 300 pounds and wants to lose 100 pounds, ideally 120. He recently made an entry about the perils of soft drinks. I just realized: this is probably what is keeping me at or over 200 pounds. I get it now.
Currently my thing is sucking back root beer. I love me some root beer. For some reason, I can never really get enough. If I am walking past the fridge, my body says, "Did you get your root beer?" And I get thirsty. If I am sitting at my desk (probably another reason why I am still at two bills), I might suddenly think "You need some root beer." And I get up (exercise!) to drink some. Luckily, this happens nowhere else, but still. It's the sensation of the carbonated party happening that I really enjoy, as well as the sugar, I suppose (although I can't relate to the term "sugar rush").
I consume most of my meals and beverages at night unless I am working. Then it is more evenly distributed. I shouldn't be eating and drinking that way at night, but it's as though I get so bored that I can't help it. And this from the guy that can wake up at 7 and not eat until 10:30.
I would like to say that this week (I'll take it week by week) I will cut down on the soft drink consumption. Just to see what happens.
