Commitment
If you have been reading this blog since before it was a blog, then you probably are quite familiar with my ongoing internal struggle with the mighty Coca Cola. Well, I win. For months I’ve been throwing around the idea of a “Last Coke Party” where I invite all my friends and everyone watches me chug my last Coke. I kept putting it off cause I wanted everyone to be able to come. K, not over the holidays, too many people out of town. Not during the semester, too much going on. Not over spring break, I probably won’t be available. Not during the summer, that’s too far away. ‘Sides, I’ll be busy with a new baby in the summer. Hmmmm. During Fall semester, I had a fitness class where I started only drinking it on weekends. I lost 15 pounds in the first 2 months without even really trying. So then I got cocky and thought just a few during the week wouldn’t hurt. Well I put all 15 pounds back on in one week. From then on I went back to the just weekends thing. Back down 15 pounds by the end of the class. In fact I started doing so well that I could just walk right past it in the store. Then they came out with this Black Cherry Vanilla stuff that I just had to try. (That way when it was gross, I wouldn’t even be tempted.) But then it turned out to be pretty fantastic. What started out as just one almost turned into a full fledged addiction again. So I started weaning myself off of it just because I knew I should. Then the thinking about the party again. Hmmmmm. I just decided I had had enough. All it takes is a little commitment right? So I didn’t even drink my last one after that. I’m just done. I know. I know. You’re all thinking “yeah right. I’ll give him two more days.” But it’s now been 2 weeks. No more headaches. No more heart burn. No more shortness of breath. And no more throwing away the money. I’ll weigh myself one of these days and see what’s happening there. It’s funny, just a little commitment. That’s all it takes. Now I see why so many men are afraid of this commitment stuff. It’s so binding.
