Cold Turkey

Wednesday of last week, I quit. I went cold turkey.

For only the second time in my life, I have now gone more than a week without drinking a drop of diet coke. I've been addicted to the stuff since I was around thirteen and first diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes.

Naturally, I'm pretty proud of myself. I know it's silly - some people are proud that they quit smoking. Or heroin. Or twinkies. I'm proud that I quit drinking a freaking beverage. But I'm proud nonetheless.

In completely unrelated news, I'm finding I'm less dehydrated lately, have less of a sense of thirst, and I seem to have more change in my pocket.

Strange, that.


  1. How have the sleeps been lately? Able to get a more regular sleep pattern?

  2. Nah, the insomnia is just as bad as ever. I didn't get more than three hours straight last night, though on the plus side, when I did go back to sleep, my dream would just pick up where it left off, which was cool.

    Because it was a dream about.... I don't remember. but I know I enjoyed it, because it was like a good ol' movie or something.